All the layers of paint and wallpaper coming off... bleah.


The three beds set up in Anya's room. Space was tight.

Phew! We've been working slowly over the past while (ok, 7 months, but who's counting?) to get Dhara and Elora's room finished. We had done nothing to it since we moved in, except for painting purple flowers over the ripped up wallpaper/paint splotches/nail heads etc. That room was Anya's when she was a baby, and because we moved in when she was a week old, we decided to leave it as is so as not to have paint fumes and dust around the baby. Plus we were just too dang tired. :) So the kids have been living in a not very nice-looking room for a while.
The other bedroom (now Anya's room) got renovated when she was ready for a big bed (and that took a long time... almost a year, not including building the new windowsill -- if you include the windowsill, then technically it was 4 years to finish, but whatever, again, not counting, lalalalalala can't hear you.)
Where was I? Oh yes. Then the twins showed up, so we left fixing up the room for later, again.
Well. This summer, it was about time. We made quite a mess. The ceiling plaster was falling down, we ripped up layers of wallpaper and paint (There were so many layers... Who paints over wallpaper, really?) We plastered and sanded and plastered more and sanded more and removed baseboards and made the walls smooth and popcorn-ceiling-textured the ceiling, and primed and painted and painted some more, then did touch ups and ripped out the window, and installed the new window, and built a new window sill and primed and painted that and installed a new light fixture, and painted more touch ups, and put down foam padding and new carpet and replaced the baseboards and phew, 7 months later, we were done. Easy peasy. (Hah! I'll duck now, as my significant other is sure to throw something at my head.)
I say we, but really DH did all the hard parts. I smiled and looked pretty and ate sandwiches, and pointed out what he was doing wrong. (Ducks again.)
The other complicating factor was that we had a bunk bed frame we wanted to put in Anya's room. We got it from my friend Cindy a while ago (thanks Cindy!) and our idea was to have that for Anya's bed, and the other twin bunks for Dhara and Elora, now that they are old enough. The only problem (well, one of the problems) was that it wouldn't fit up the stairs. Our house is old and has narrow stair wells, and no matter how we scratched up the paint, we couldn't get the big metal frame up the stairs. That was a couple of years ago, I think, and we've been keeping the pieces in the garage ever since, wondering what to do with it.
When we decided that we were going to replace the window in Dhara and Elora's room, we thought about bringing the bedframe in through the gap while it was out, and it worked like a charm. DH picked a good day that wasn't too chilly, and did a FANTASTIC job removing the window and putting the new one in. I love him so much. He has so much confidence and patience to try new things and figure stuff out. He's totally in his element sawing and building and using powertools and taking things apart and figuring out how to put them back together. Next I'm going to ask him to put a fourth floor on the house. :P
So the bed got brought inside through the open window gap, and then the new window got put in, so now the bed can NEVER be moved back out again. So. There's that. Unless it's sawn apart, which I guess is a possibility. When we move from here (in the far, far future) maybe we'll just sell it with the house. Then run.
I can't believe we've lived in one place for almost 7 years. That's the most I've ever lived in one place since I was a kid. I've moved 11 times in my life. Ick. (Although that's nothing compared to my sister's moves, eh, Jennifer? What did we figure it out to? 37 or something?)
Now I have to write it down to see where I've lived:
(Skip this part if you find it boring. It really is, for anyone else but me. Are you still here? I could describe the popcorn ceiling texture in detail...)
Underhill Drive (Toronto) Baby - 1 year-ish
Oxford St. (Richmond Hill) - aged 1-7 years old - 6 years
Stately Way (Thornhill) - aged 7-11 - 4 years
New Haven's Way (Thornhill) - aged 11-19ish - 8 years
Fairview Mall Basement apartment (no I didn't live in the mall --
I just can't remember the name of the street) (North York/Toronto) - 1 year
Keele St. apartment (North York/Toronto) - 2 years
Rosemount (Scarborough/Toronto) - 1 year-ish
Danforth apt. (Toronto) - 6 months
Rosemount apt. (Scarborough/Toronto) again - 4 years
Miramichi (New Brunswick) - 1 year
Main St. apt. (North Bay) - 9 months (heh, coincidence? Hello Anya!)
Ferguson St. (North Bay) - 7 years YAY FOR OUR HOUSE!!!
That sort of works out to my age. There's some time missing somewhere, I think. But it's close.
I have decided to win the lottery, and build our own house next time we move. And then that will be it. Realistic, no?
Where was I, before I got distracted? Oh yes, renovations. So Dhara and Elora are now sleeping on their very own bunkbeds, and Anya is enjoying her room all to herself, and everyone is very happy when they aren't hitting their heads on the ceiling (Anya), falling off the ladder (Elora) or pinching her fingers while swinging like a monkey from the bars under the top bunk (Dhara.)
And this was AFTER the conversation we had about not treating the furniture like a jungle gym. Sigh.
Well, if you've made it this far, congratulations (and apologies) on having to read this very long boring blog post. Don't worry, there will be a quiz. :)
Next up: A long detailed description of my belly button lint.