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I haven't blogged in a few days, so there is much to write about. Here it is in no particular order...
Belly had her evaluation this morning. She's basically a baby-kid rockstar. The developmental specialist, the physical therapist and the audiologist all confirmed that there's nothing wrong with her - she's just a late walker (most likely the result of being preemie). The relief I felt this morning was MORE than palpable. We are going to get, however, an Early Intervention eval. The physical therapist suggested that Belly's fine motor skills might benefit from some occupational therapy - you know, to help her catch up faster. Sure! Sign us up! Sounds good to me! I want my girl to have every advantage.
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Who knew when I decided that we must paint the gawd-awful red dining room and the gawd-awful royal blue girls' room at the new house before we moved in that it would turn into such an all-encompassing effing production? We started on Wednesday night (see previous post), painted some Thursday night, until 1:30am Friday night/Saturday morning, most of the day Saturday and most of the day Sunday. What made two rooms take that long? Well, the dining room was a deep, blood red so it needed two coats of primer. Plus the woodwork literally had the old paint (which was off-white) peeling up, so that was all pulled off, sanded, primed and painted white (it was salmon-colored under the off-white). The dining room is now olive green. If you hate it, don't tell me. I wasn't 100% sure about it at first but now I L-O-V-E it.
The dining room was nothing, though, compared to the girls' room. I don't know why, but this bedroom has siding on all four walls. It is clear that it has always been part of the inside of the house so it was someone's conscious design choice at one point. And to that person I say, "YOU SUCK." Every single board needed to be cut-in with a paint brush and then a 4-inch roller could be used. And since it was royal blue, it too needed two coats of primer. And I had a three-color scheme planned, adding to the fun. Fortunately, only one of those colors needed a second coat. In the end, I think it's totally fab. But it's not going to be repainted until the girls are old enough to do it themselves. I will wish them well in their endeavor as I sip cocktails on the back deck.
Here are some pics of both rooms:
The dining room before...
...and after.
I should mention here that the kitchen you see in the background will be a very soft tangerine before the year is out.
The girls' room before...
...and after.
I would be remiss if I didn't give two resounding woots - Woot! Woot! - to Bri for making many of those loathsome hours of painting possible by babysitting for us. I did the math and I think she watched the girls about 22 hours this past week PLUS helped us paint on Wednesday. YOU ROCK, BRI!
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While looking for some cleaning assistance on Craigslist earlier today, I came across an ad entitled "Free Carpet Cleaning for the Ladies." The body of the post went on to say "I have my own carpet cleaning business. I can do a free carpet cleaning for the ladies who have a fantasy of being with a uniformed carpet cleaning technician. A+ if you like it in the back door. Have time today or Wednesday." Ew. And by that I mean ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, EW. Ew.
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Two days ago, my president Barack Obama (I can't tell you how nice it is to say those last four words, so I still like to use them whenever I refer to him) took his daughters to my favorite frozen custard place THREE BLOCKS from our old place in DC. Big giant audible sigh. PLUS he's been to Five Guys - my fav burger joint. He is really doin' it right back there. It makes me proud.
That's all for now. It's nearly midnight and I'm pooped.
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Love, Love, LOVE the colors! -- The dining room especially!! Oh, to have bold, bright, beautiful colors in a house... we've practiced baby steps at our house. Where everything was once off-white there are now subdued colors... give me five more years to catch up!
And get your girl in whatever you can & fight to keep her there. My youngest didn't speak, make eye contact and was pretty much an introvert-extreme until I got her in some therapy... within a year I barely recognized her. Now, 4 years later, instead of nose diving under the couch to get away from human contact she's off to an overnight summer camp... where she once never uttered a word, now she wants to do play acting! I tell you, those late bloomers can surprise you!
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