Home Sweet Home

Howdy. Hello. Bonjour. Konichiwa. Remember me? Slightly crazy, temporarily homeless, fully sleep deprived and even a smidgit thinner. Yep, it is really me. No, I wasn’t lost or hiding under a rock in my backyard – even though there were days during the past six weeks of renovations when I wish I was anywhere else. I just realized it has been two months to the day since I last blogged. Turning this house into our family home has been an undertaking. Perhaps that is even a tiny bit of an understatement. I think it would be fair to say it was far more work than any of us anticipated. This was a total do-it-yourself project. My hopes of blogging the transformation quickly faded. Finding time to eat and sleep were even a challenge. This was my first experience managing a project with a babe in arms. Let me tell you…it is a whole new cup of tea. Heck, forget the tea, I believe something stronger would be more appropriate. Something I am sure is no secret to all the other mothers out there. Kudos to you.

When we were thinking about buying in May 2011…

That being said, we have been blessed to be surrounded by so many wonderful people right from the beginning – friends who decided to sell this place and upgrade to a bigger house on the lake shore, my Dad’s willingness to take on this project with us, my Auntie’s thoughtfulness, old neighbors who lent their muscles, a good friend who offered her home (even her own bed) for several weeks and took Jazz for much needed walks, new neighbors who became our ray of sunshine more than once, my brother who flew to Yellowknife to share his expertise, decorating advice from the girls, a family friend supplying meat for work crew meals and friends that were just a phone call away. My Mom, like she usually does, went above and beyond doing anything and everything. Nothing like the love of a Mom, no matter how old you are.

Grandma playing drums with Mr. L.

Uncle Laine on baby duty.

He feeds babies pickles. L loves him!

We are forever indebted to my Dad who worked his magic – not even swearing too much most days (good thing Lyndon can’t talk yet though, just saying).  Without him, we might have some new paint and our stuff moved. Instead, we basically have new everything on the inside. He didn’t complain too much when I changed my mind a few times. As a Pisces, I do this. It is simply my nature but even he agreed the outcome is better because of it. Lyndon developed a special bond with his Grandpa who made him blocks out of trim and let him play with power tools (supervised, of course). I can just see his littlest helper hammering holes in the wall or something before too long. He watched Grandpa’s every move so intently.

It should be this long…

Who needs expensive toys!

Our baby is growing so quickly, I feel guilty at least once a day for not spending every second with him and capturing every moment here. I have to keep reminding myself that we are doing this for our family – that there is a big picture. He will be so happy with more room to crawl, walk, run, dance and play. In fact, his squeals of joy as he scoots across the floor are already proof that this was the right thing to do. I bet he will be walking very soon. We can’t wait to invite his buddies over for a visit.

Which box is next Mom?

Should we put it in here? I promise I won’t trouble it.

Or how about in here?

So much floor space!

So many decisions, so little time. We hadn’t been planning on buying a house, it sort of just happened. To be honest, I am shocked at how much we actually accomplished in six short weeks with only a few weeks of lead time. Who knew that paint choices would become my ultimate mind-numbing stress? Not to mention water leaks, mold, plumbing and electrical issues which were delegated to others who knew just how to save the day. Nothing major, just annoying setbacks which have all been fixed.

Mr. Fix-it himself.

There are still some decor decisions to be made and boxes to be unpacked but we are definitely on the tail end. We had our first dinner guests last night – Mom and Dad of course.

L helping set the dinner table. Placemats double as knee pads.

My Dad left town today for his regular life. He is a contractor in Alberta. I am pretty sure Lyndon said “Grandpa” or at least his own special version of it as we watched his tail lights disappear down our new street. He has given us the best gift ever – our home, it might not be the Ritz Carleton but it is just the way we like it, fixed with love.

Grandpa’s Littlest Helper

My boys

The outside may just have to wait until next year. We are officially pooped.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Tanya
    Aug 14, 2011 @ 07:01:51

    Ok I’m crying now. Oh Trish, you have such an eloquent look at life, I love this post. The pictures are just so perfect. I love the look of joy on your dads face! Thanks for sharing. I wish I could have been a little more help too! Xo

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