I thought you might want a bathroom update.
Because we’re remodeling ours.
And things are always more fun and exciting when viewed from the shelter of the internet.
When you’re in the comfort of your own home and not having to bathe small children in the laundry room sink.
Where you’re far away from the dust and the stress and the chaos, and that’s just the kids.
So, here’s what it looked like before.
The only thing we added over the years is a mirror and more children.
It really was just a closet before.
And here’s how it’s looking now.
That black ring on the floor to the right is where the toilet used to sit.
And the original wood floors.
Where the bathtub used to be.
And the old siding that they turned backwards to use as the framing when the house was originally built.
The original slope line of the ceiling in the old bathroom.
And here’s the outside.
The most recent ‘before’ pictures.
If you want to call a year ago recent.
I won’t tell you how to live your life.
I wanted to keep the brick from the chimney for our gas furnace exposed, but there was a concern about carbon dioxide leaking into the bathroom, so, no.
And now.
There’s a pile of wood that I saved from my own dumpster.
And they had to take out the old window.
Look how big it is!
Bryce says I should probably just sell it.
I’m not quite there yet.
Look how sad our poor yard looks.
Oh well, it always gets worse before it gets better.
Which I’ve told myself a lot this week
when the time out stool has been a revolving door for Spencer,
and Bennett cut Libby’s hair,
however, if we’re being honest we’re lucky that’s all that got cut when he found the sewing scissors, and he’s two and Libby probably wasn’t holding still,
and in all reality, you can’t even tell because what little hair she has looks messy all of the time anyway after she attempts to style it after every meal with tomato sauce, or banana, or canned pears, or peach juice.
and Libby learned to climb the stairs.
Stinker.
Katie
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