Getting Ready!
Hello baby,
I am beat. For the last three weeks, your mother and I have been prepping the house for your arrival. You'd think that we're prepping and rennovating as if some royalty was stopping by to visit.
I just finished gutting our bedroom last week, and slapped on a fresh new look to our room. You're gonna love it. That room took lots of time because the ceiling and walls were coated with soot from burning cheap candles with long wicks. It was nasty. I had to wash the ceiling and walls with TSP, a pretty heavy-duty industrial cleaner that etches and deglosses paint... twice... maybe three times. The cleaning was followed by two thick coats of primer, followed by two coats of ceiling paint and two coats of wall paint.
Now, I'm working on your room. I knew it was going to be a big project, so most of the work wasn't a welcome joy. I started off with TSP on the walls and ceiling. I think I lost a year from my life because of those ester fumes. Today, I finished putting on two coats of ceiling paint, and I painted something I rarely do: the closet. The closest got two thick coats of semi-gloss white. Come to think of it, not sure why I painted the closet semi-gloss. I should have painted it eggshell or satin. Oh well, from all the stories I'm hearing of hershy-squirting babies getting changed, semi-gloss will probably be needed.
Hardest part about your room is the derelects that lived here before me, didn't know how to patch up walls and window surrounds. It's a total disaster, and I literally had to repatch up 8+ year old mistakes. Not only that, the window surround was wasted. It looked like the whole left side patch job was put on with a soup spoon and painted over. I spent the time to repatch with plaster. Hopefully tomorrow it will be dry. I don't look forward to sanding. Sanding is a disaster. That stuff gets everywhere. I'll probably find plaster dust out in the garage... and we have a detached garage.
Your mom and I (mainly your mom), are having a hard time deciding on the color of your room. Since we don't know your sex, we really can't paint the room blue or pink. Green is our only option, since yellow walls turn babies into rabid chimpanzees or something like that. Probably explains why my knuckles drag on the ground after I use the yellow bathroom. As of right now (decision subject to change ten more times), your room color is going to be pastel sage. I think it looks great. It's a light, airy color, that is supposed to increase your IQ by 30 points (not really). However, the color reminds me of the living room color in the Ferndale house, circa 1972. Guess styles and colors come back. After your room is complete, the only room that won't be a type of green in our house is the bathroom. I'm sure we'll paint that room green some day. I'm lobbying your mom to allow me to paint the kitchen a muted orange, but I think she wants a variety of green. My Wrangler is green. I think I'll have spinach for breakfast in one of our green rooms.
After your room is done, we're moving onto the kitchen. Right now, the kitchen is circa 1967, with two layers of flooring, nasty cabinets, and a decaying, rotting hole that once housed a dishwasher. I can't believe we've been living in a crack house for so long. The kitchen will be a welcome joy to our house. You're gonna love eating in that orange (or green) room. I think orange induces appetite, which is a bad thing if you get my appetite genes.
We're also talking about getting you a new side door to the side entrance of the house. The one we have (both of them actually), are pretty shot. It would be a shame to bring you into the world with a new kitchen and a crackhouse door.
Oh, almost forgot... we're going to order your crib and baby furniture this weekend. I'm hoping the one we like is in stock, and won't take 20 weeks for delivery. If so, you'll have to sleep on the couch until it's delivered. Don't worry. That couch is pretty darn comfortable. And I'm sure if we don't get your furniture by the time you're born, I'll be sleeping on that couch until delivery.
One last thing... your cousin Benjamin is getting bigger by the day. He's starting to look human. He'll have six months on you by the time you see light. You two are going to be buds. You're going to know eachother for your entire lives. I've only known Benjamin for a month... and we still haven't had a chance to sit down and talk about things... probably because he doesn't even know what "talk" means yet.
Gotta go to sleep. Getting up in four hours... isn't that a joy?
I am beat. For the last three weeks, your mother and I have been prepping the house for your arrival. You'd think that we're prepping and rennovating as if some royalty was stopping by to visit.
I just finished gutting our bedroom last week, and slapped on a fresh new look to our room. You're gonna love it. That room took lots of time because the ceiling and walls were coated with soot from burning cheap candles with long wicks. It was nasty. I had to wash the ceiling and walls with TSP, a pretty heavy-duty industrial cleaner that etches and deglosses paint... twice... maybe three times. The cleaning was followed by two thick coats of primer, followed by two coats of ceiling paint and two coats of wall paint.
Now, I'm working on your room. I knew it was going to be a big project, so most of the work wasn't a welcome joy. I started off with TSP on the walls and ceiling. I think I lost a year from my life because of those ester fumes. Today, I finished putting on two coats of ceiling paint, and I painted something I rarely do: the closet. The closest got two thick coats of semi-gloss white. Come to think of it, not sure why I painted the closet semi-gloss. I should have painted it eggshell or satin. Oh well, from all the stories I'm hearing of hershy-squirting babies getting changed, semi-gloss will probably be needed.
Hardest part about your room is the derelects that lived here before me, didn't know how to patch up walls and window surrounds. It's a total disaster, and I literally had to repatch up 8+ year old mistakes. Not only that, the window surround was wasted. It looked like the whole left side patch job was put on with a soup spoon and painted over. I spent the time to repatch with plaster. Hopefully tomorrow it will be dry. I don't look forward to sanding. Sanding is a disaster. That stuff gets everywhere. I'll probably find plaster dust out in the garage... and we have a detached garage.
Your mom and I (mainly your mom), are having a hard time deciding on the color of your room. Since we don't know your sex, we really can't paint the room blue or pink. Green is our only option, since yellow walls turn babies into rabid chimpanzees or something like that. Probably explains why my knuckles drag on the ground after I use the yellow bathroom. As of right now (decision subject to change ten more times), your room color is going to be pastel sage. I think it looks great. It's a light, airy color, that is supposed to increase your IQ by 30 points (not really). However, the color reminds me of the living room color in the Ferndale house, circa 1972. Guess styles and colors come back. After your room is complete, the only room that won't be a type of green in our house is the bathroom. I'm sure we'll paint that room green some day. I'm lobbying your mom to allow me to paint the kitchen a muted orange, but I think she wants a variety of green. My Wrangler is green. I think I'll have spinach for breakfast in one of our green rooms.
After your room is done, we're moving onto the kitchen. Right now, the kitchen is circa 1967, with two layers of flooring, nasty cabinets, and a decaying, rotting hole that once housed a dishwasher. I can't believe we've been living in a crack house for so long. The kitchen will be a welcome joy to our house. You're gonna love eating in that orange (or green) room. I think orange induces appetite, which is a bad thing if you get my appetite genes.
We're also talking about getting you a new side door to the side entrance of the house. The one we have (both of them actually), are pretty shot. It would be a shame to bring you into the world with a new kitchen and a crackhouse door.
Oh, almost forgot... we're going to order your crib and baby furniture this weekend. I'm hoping the one we like is in stock, and won't take 20 weeks for delivery. If so, you'll have to sleep on the couch until it's delivered. Don't worry. That couch is pretty darn comfortable. And I'm sure if we don't get your furniture by the time you're born, I'll be sleeping on that couch until delivery.
One last thing... your cousin Benjamin is getting bigger by the day. He's starting to look human. He'll have six months on you by the time you see light. You two are going to be buds. You're going to know eachother for your entire lives. I've only known Benjamin for a month... and we still haven't had a chance to sit down and talk about things... probably because he doesn't even know what "talk" means yet.
Gotta go to sleep. Getting up in four hours... isn't that a joy?
