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?
Husband and I would like to introduce you to the newest member of our family, our precious son, Baby A! We couldn’t be more in love with this little baby burrito:
The anticipation is killing me. Twinkie is scheduled to make his arrival any day and sometimes I am not sure that I can wait any longer. When I stop to think about it, I am overwhelmed with a flood of emotions. Usually it starts with pure excitement of the prospect of meeting Twinkie. It quickly transforms into pure panic as I think about taking this baby home for the first time and the responsibility there within. Then other moments I want Twinkie to come because I am tired of being pregnant and I want my body back. But these moments of reflection always end with joy that soon Husband and I will bring a child into this world. It is pure craziness.
Husband always tells the story of a time when we were frequenting a local watering hole on a typical weekend night. To give some context, this establishment was a lesser known dive bar in college, but overtime transformed into a popular, hipster-loving, always-down-for-a-good-time spot as the neighborhood become more and more popular. I’m talking about Kings Hardware in Seattle.
Now, if any of you know Husband, you know that he LOVES flannel, and has been wearing flannel since before I knew him. On this particular Saturday night, Husband was wearing one of his go-to flannel shirts. At some point in the night, another patron approached Husband, raised his glass, and said, “Nice flannel!”
At first Husband was a bit confused by the comment because he had never heard anyone tell him that flannel was nice. But as he looked around the bar, he realized that every other person in the room was also wearing flannel. That was when Husband knew: overnight he had become trendy, by mere accident.
I tell this story to illustrate how Husband and I have unknowingly fallen into a popular trend again. With the preparations of Ozzie for the remodel, we’ve accidentally become part of the tiny house movement.
Continue reading “Accidentally Trendy: The Tiny House Movement”
Merry Christmas from Ozzie and Ezmeralda (our Christmas tree)!
Every good remodel comes fully equipped with the ‘look what it was like before we started work on our house’ pictures. And so, for your viewing pleasure, I present to you Ozzie’s humble beginning:
Since finishing the shed, Husband and I have not made much progress on Ozzie. The hold up, you may ask? Waiting for permits. The City of Seattle’s Department of Planning and Development (DPD) has to review all construction plans before we can officially start the remodel.
We’ve been waiting for 2 months now.
The number one question I get after people find out I am pregnant is if the Twinkie is a boy or a girl. When we first found out we were pregnant, Husband and I started a debate that would last for months as to whether or not we were going to find out what gender of baby we were having. My philosophy was that keeping it a surprise until end would be pretty fun. Besides, women have not been able to know the gender of their child for centuries. Why stray from that now?
Finishing the shed took a lot longer than I thought it would (an omen of things to come, perhaps), but we are finally finished! And boy, is she a beaut…
making room for twinkie 