A view of the shower, looking toward the bench seat.
In the corner above the bench, there are two shelves for soap and shampoo.
A closer view of the accent tile.
A view of the shower, looking toward the bench seat.
In the corner above the bench, there are two shelves for soap and shampoo.
A closer view of the accent tile.
Soon, she'll start cereal. I think she's ready. She watches with great interest when we're eating these days.
Can you see her chubby thighs?
Some photos from the past week:
The shower is framed, including a bench seat that my husband is eager to have.
Drywall is installed on the walls, and half of the floor is tiled. Unfortunately, our contractor underestimated how much floor tile we needed. So I had to make a trip back to the tile shop. Then we made one more trip back when the tilers broke one of our shower shelves. Ugh.
I'll post more photos of the progress tonight, hopefully. Right now, I'm off going to enjoy a little down time while Ryan and Kelsey nap and Brendan recovers from school.
The old shower, which my husband would say is so small, you can't change your mind in it.
The biggest change we're making is moving the toilet to the old shower location, and moving the shower where the toilet was.
We've had these holes in our wall for ... well, it's embarrassing how long it has been. Those holes are now gone!
That day is here. This weekend, Ken spent many hours tearing out drywall, pulling up tile, and knocking down walls. The plumber also laid the foundation for moving pipes so we can relocate the shower to a larger, more comfortable location!
Our demolition crew arrives before dinner on Friday. We're a bit nervous that Ryan will think it's OK to knock holes into walls now.
This was all Ken's idea ... having Brendan sit on the old toilet in the dumpster. Actually it goes way back to a trip Ken and I took to Ohio State during my senior year. Somewhere in this house, we have a photo of him sitting on a toilet in someone's front yard.
If I had the energy and time (mostly, the time), I would start another blog to chronicle our first major home improvement project. (We've done many other projects, but none that cost quite this much money.) But, I have no time, largely thanks to this project. So you can read all about it here. With any luck, in less than three weeks, I'll be posting photos of a beautiful, functional, new master bathroom. With a shower where I can shave my legs and void of any bath toys.
Brendan was so sweet with "Claire Bear," a nickname he picked up from Riley. He played with her quite a bit during their stay.
Mostly, though, it was the four adults who truly enjoyed hours of sitting around, reliving the old days and catching up on one another's lives. Though we have friends in Michigan, none of their friendships will ever compare to those with our friends from college and Texas.
Pat and Ryan continued to bond on this visit. Pat is Ryan's godfather.
Brendan poses for some soccer photos in our backyard before we head to his first game. The rain hadn't started yet!
Brendan follows his web-footed friends out of the barn. When we later fed the ducks, we were quickly surrounded by nearly 20 ducks looking for food!
Brendan, Grammy and Ryan are invited into the donkey pen to meet the donkeys.

Brendan and Jack.

Ryan insisted on carrying his own backpack on this morning's walk to school. He also chose where to pose for his own photo in front of the school.
Ryan trails behind the other children on the way to school this morning.
Brendan listens to a story, "The Kissing Hand," on the first day of school. In the book, a young raccoon learns that giving and receiving kisses to his parents on the palm of his hand will give him a reassuring way to connect with them when they are away.
Brendan shows off his new Batman backpack while waiting to walk to school.



Brendan's been excited each day to go back, and even asked why he can't stay all day. I'm sure that will change soon, but for now I'm enjoying his excitement!
A side note: Ryan also made the transition quite well this week. He walked Brendan to school Thursday morning and only cried briefly when we left him. On Friday morning, he didn't shed a single tear though was a little nervous to leave his brother. But as Jimmy, the safety partol fifth-grader in charge of walking the kindergarteners to class, said to Ryan, "He'll be back by noon!"