We bought our home brand new, but we didn't build it. In other words, we didn't pick out anything. The house was built with zero upgrades, which meant linoleum and builder-grade carpet. At the time, this was probably a good thing since we likely couldn't have afforded the house with too many upgrades anyway! But I digress. It was time to make some improvements and being the
cheap thrifty man he is, Rob decided to do the tile himself. And it would be a one man show, as I typically don't do household projects. Not to mention, I'd be manning the toddler while he slaved away. Which is the harder job? Toss up. Although for the record, I made it through without scraped knees and cut up hands.
*All cell phone pictures
|Arthur, having a cold one on the linoleum|
|Bit of new carpet also shown|
I cannot stress enough what a GREAT job he did. In my humble opinion, it truly looks like it was done by a professional. We are finally getting the house back together (just waiting on the dining table we ordered to arrive).
In the meantime, Avery has been busy becoming a genius, using adverbs like "almost" and "of course" in regular conversation, counting, saying her alphabet, and telling me about shapes (it's a blue crescent, Mama). Yes, braggy brag brag. What of it?