Yes, we are alive. . . . alive and well.
There is so much to talk about and I am not sure where to begin.
We are in. We took the plunge and moved in on the 18th, amongst subfloor and drywall.
My one request (of many ) was to get the bedroom painted before we moved in, although we won’t be doing work upstairs until next year, I wanted a space that I felt had our touch on it.
So I went to Home Depot and spent 80 dollars worth of sample pints – 5 different grays for the bedroom and 4 different blues for the kitchen. I think the woman at Home Depot thought I was crazy.
So, the first step in the bedroom was to prime over the golden glow of the current wall color. This was my first experience with painting walls and to be honest it didn’t go as smoothly as I hoped.
Previous color
Primed Walls (Apparently painting for me is a challenge, at one point I got so mad at Adam because his walls looked so great and mine looked so terrible. I know, I know it is just primer, but still)
So as a birthday surprise, a member of our bishopric came over and helped Adam paint the walls the gray color I selected.
And here is the finished room:

Our charcoal bedspread looks great with the walls. I am currently sewing the pillows and working on the finishing touches and then I will post pictures.
The floors were put in downstairs three days after we moved in which was a real upgrade from subfloor! I went from feeling like I was camping to actually living in a house.
And here we are almost a month later. I finally finished unpacking the kitchen this weekend. It was the longest process - vacuuming and washing out each and every cupboard and drawer
-Washing everything that I unpacked – without a dishwasher
A month later we are also now finally sleeping through the night. The first few nights were rough – we both never really let ourselves fall asleep and jumped at every noise we heard.
Now this next part I am somewhat embarrassed to say, because I vowed to never be this person. But this little guy has really made our lives a little happier. No, he does not sleep with us, no we don’t dress him up. We do treat him like a dog, but we do love him.

