There comes a point in every baby’s life where they fly from the nest and venture out into this big, bright world on their own. That point is different for each baby, but is inevitable for all. For us and Twinkie, that point came sooner than we expected.
With no roof and the second story floor complete, Husband and I were eager to get dried in. While putting the walls up on the first floor addition was fairly simple on his own, Husband was dreaming up a way to frame the second story walls by himself. Just as I have grown to expect from him, he thought of a solution that only he could come up with…
… a cranking mechanism to hoist up the walls. Continue reading “Cranks and Pulleys”
Take a good, long look at him. This is the last time you will see Ozzie in his original form. He was a nice, quaint house with no bells and whistles. But his look is about to change drastically. It’s time for the second story addition.
Twinkie recently hit a milestone in his life: the point at which you can stop telling people his age in months. I realize I might have a differing option from the rest of the world, but after he turned one, I had a hard time telling people his age in months. I soon learned, however, that other mother’s wanted to know his age in months so to compare size and skills to their own children. So every time I was asked that question, I struggled through the mental math required to calculate Twinkie’s age in months.
Now, after 18 months of life, I can finally tell people he is a year and a half, or two. No more of this ‘he’s 22 months’ business. Continue reading “18 months”
I have always enjoyed walking by construction sites and seeing the progress being made. Especially during framing, it looks like the building grew overnight. However, I have never really appreciated the skill it takes to grow a house until we started building walls for Ozzie.
As Husband labored in the back to get the first floor walls built, I watched from afar the progress being made. But once we got the basic walls built, I soon realized framing was an ‘all hands on deck’ sort of project.
While Husband and I were waiting out the Long Winter, we needed a little side project to boost our spirits. With spring right around the corner, and the first time that either of us owned our own property, we decided it would be fun to test out our green thumbs and build a couple planter boxes.
But let me tell you, these aren’t just any old planter boxes…