Livin' in the Burbs

We are officially living in the suburbs. At risk of stating the obvious, moving is a pain. It is especially a pain when you are in a rush. Before the big move we wanted to get as much done at the new house as possible. We painted most of the house, got new carpet, refinished the floors and did a bunch of other miscellaneous stuff. Sadly a kitchen and bathroom remodel didn't make the initial list.

Fireplace all clean.

Prepping for carpet

This was the worst floor. Lots of carpet adhesive.

Choosing stain sucks. Although, half of these appear to be the same color. We didn't think so at the time.

We narrowed it down a bit here and chose the one that is three in from the left. It is 4 parts Rosewood and 1 part Golden Brown (or something like that). 

Oops. Forgot about the front hall closet floor. Unbelievable!

We also had to go on a door painting marathon.

Now some rando pics I've taken since our last post.

Hen just showed up in our room one morning looking like this.

The next morning did the same thing except with dress shoes. He thinks he's fucking hilarious.

Waiting for Great Grandma. They chose to rock camo pants and pajama tops that day.

Takin' a poo in Uncle B's Cubs cornhole set. Eat that Cubs. 

Woke up this morning and Kristin informed me that the kids were supposed to dress like pirates for school.  I had to quick dig through boxes for old pants and cut the bottoms. Cole's legs where cold, so he went with pants underneath his pirate pants. I'm not sure why I chose their spider Halloween shirts, but seemed more pirate-like than anything else.

The move is now complete, well almost. We have maybe one more car load of crap at the old house. With all the stuff we have, I imagine we'll be settled in the new house in a year or two. There was so much to move, I think we scared away one of the movers. They initially showed up with 4 guys. It was Jose's first day as a mover. We all walked around the house assessing the situation. After the assessment, one of the movers saw Jose walking across the street. He just left. Didn't say a word. I'm not sure what he thought he would be doing as a mover, but I guess he thought something else because he clearly decided he didn't want to move things.

There will be some rummages in our future.

As I said, we packed in a rush, so we have boxes filled with random stuff and did things like this:  One lamp shade in a box. This may be our worst packed box. Why does the bottom quarter of this lamp shade even need to be in a box? I don't know.