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…
After our epic Demolition Day, I was bright eyed and bushy tailed about the next steps to expand Ozzie and make room for Twinkie. But then life happened. And Twinkie arrived. And Husband got pulled away to finish up his latest project. And Ozzie sat, with his backside torn off, and us living with a newborn in our tiny house through the long winter.
But after winter always comes spring. And with spring comes the hope of new beginnings. And for us living inside Ozzie, comes the hope of progress.
I am sure every mother can relate to the sentiment that time flies, especially when you have a newborn. Twinkie celebrated his six month birthday a few weeks ago. I cannot even believe that it was six months ago that we were taking him home from the hospital. Now he’s a sitting up, solid food eating machine. And he has done marvelously living through the construction noise of Ozzie. Thankfully, it is just because he does not know any different.
Ok, ok, ok. I know. I am terrible at this. But, in an effort to keep this blog alive, I am going to continue Ozzie’s story where I left off…
… if you, my loyal reader, can remember way back to my latest blog, you will recall that we were given the Green Light from the city to start construction on Ozzie. It was time to celebrate. And what better way to celebrate than to get the sledge hammers out and start breaking down walls?