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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

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We're making good progress on our painting. Not as much as I imagined would happen, but that's usually the way of these things.

Saturday, I had a ton of help from Rita, who has mad tape skills and did the fussy windows in the back bedroom before tackling the job of washing down the scary cabinet in the kitchen. If I had any idea how bad it was under the top layer of shelf paper in there, I would not have asked her to do it. At one point, she was scraping muck off the middle shelf with a putty knife. It smelled like bacon. Vile. There will be much primer/sealer applied to that cabinet, and we'll pretend this never happened. I think the others will be better.

Also, there were random loose almonds on one shelf. Like, hey, we're moving out and I think I'll just leave a big pile of nuts la la la.

Isaac was home with Dennis on Saturday, but came for a visit and slapped the floor for a while. Floor slapping, all the cool babies are doing it.



The crawling behavior is intensifying. His forearms are a bit chafed from all the hard work, and his pant legs are getting pilled. He's not as happy on his soft blanket now, he wants to push it aside so he can get some resistance on the rug. I see where this is going.

Isaac spent Sunday with Grandma and Den and I busted a paint move on all the bedrooms. They're looking pretty awesome, and I'm hoping that we can get going on the kitchen in the next few days.

Not surprisingly, this perfect storm of stress and physical activity (who knew that painting involved one's thigh muscles to such a degree?) and lack of sleep and questionable food choices caused the cold I'd been fighting for about a week to come on full-force by Sunday evening, and I spent Monday in bed. Bleh. I'm feeling a bit better, but this is not great timing.

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