What a difference a weekend makes

It poured again today as I waddled to the bus, and all I could think was "holy hell, am I going to get home to buckets of water and a collapsed roof?" Ok, I knew it couldn't possibly be a replay of Thursday night, but once burned and all that...

However, I have to hand it to the contractor's team. They worked all day Friday, Saturday, and Monday, and the difference is remarkable. Yes, the living room ceiling still needs to be repaired (and to a lesser extent, some patch-up work in the kitchen and elsewhere), but we now have the framework of a second story and an attic. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves, but it's pretty cool to see the progress at the end of each day. My obsessive compulsive clean side (yes, DAD, I DO have one!!) is cringing at the dust and general upheaval associated with knocking down walls, but it will be well worth it in the end. Baby boy, whatever your name may end up being, you were the impetus for this construction, so I don't ever want to hear you complain about cleaning your room :).

We're well on track to being one of the taller houses on the street. The top green part (which is actually now completely framed around) is the attic dormer. The attic room, which is larger than I'd originally envisioned, has been earmarked for multiple uses: workout space, playroom, "Christopher Escape Zone", the MUCH better "Kate Escape Zone", library for the overflow of Kate's language books, and overflow room for Kate's snack supply. We shall see what the final decision is.

The chimney will be extended up so Santa still has access.

Hard to see, but the view from the backyard toward the street. That's a massive dumpster in the driveway. Classy.

As always, a Maya photo. Her new favorite perch, looking out into the back yard. Little does she know she'll soon have two additional floors for play space.

View tonight of the laundry room walls knocked out to make room for the stairs.

There used to be a wall behind that dresser - welcome to our new dining room!



Laundry room and lots of dust

Annnnd the obligatory bump watch 2013. Though when I woke up on Sunday, Christopher and I both agreed that it had grown overnight. Yikes. How the hell some women carry twins or TRIPLETS is beyond me!