My parents visited last week, giving them some great time with us and Phoebe especially. Since their departure, Phoebe points out "grandma's bed" and if she hears me hammering in the basement, she wonders if Papa is down there. My dad did an amazing amount of work for us in the basement. The do-it-yourselfer who lived here since 1969 had a mess of copper dead ends running downstairs, leaving no room for a furnace. Dad cleaned that up and roughed in a bathroom in our basement. So long toilet in the stairwell (see above--taken from stairs coming up from basement)! Thanks a ton dad/Papa!
The rocker (below) is from Oma. It was originally Alisa's when she was little.
Below is some before and after contrast for you all (guess which is which!!!). We're still deciding green shades for the kitchen. After a lot of swearing (sorry Alisa . . . Grandma's: I assure you Phoebe wasn't around), I got some track lighting in. Toggle bolts are the dumbest thing invented: meant to make it easy for the do-it-yourselfer, but only made a mess.
