We moved into our house eighteen months ago, with grand visions of how we were going to upgrade, remodel, and improve — and the understanding that would take years.
Many of our accomplishments are sort of like the ASP I would write during my brief stint in IT: no one on the outside has any idea what’s going on under the hood, so to speak. We’re remodeled closets, replaced plumbing, added insulation, installed new windows, installed a new door, fixed every single faucet in the house, changed some of the outlets, and a handful of other projects. Except for the door and windows, the rest is invisible.
We’re not even finished with the initial decoration, though we’re one room closer as of today. The Girl’s room is almost done: two more rugs to buy and a couple of pictures to hang.
K finished the curtains this weekend, with a little help from our friend.
The result:
Perhaps the best part: L loves her room. She loves sitting at her table, putting together puzzles (which, at this age, means instructing one of us to put them together, or better yet, Papa), coloring, having a snack — anything. We return home and she immediately asks me to accompany her to “pie-ku,” her L-ese version of “pokoj,” or “room” in Polish.