Snapping back to reality, we have to work within the confines of the house as it stands. We nixed the idea of building an addition (originally two additions) when the estimates started rolling in, so for better or for worse, the house's footprint will not change. Organizing our family under it's roof will be a challenge, but a do-able challenge, I believe. My grandparents raised seven kids in a three-bedroom ranch...I have no excuse for failure in this mission.
Problem #1: TIME
I asked Jason to take a brief construction hiatus during Christmas. The holiday season is busy enough without my husband spending late hours of the evening (sometimes into wee hours of the morning) framing the basement. It didn't take long to realize we'd never move at this rate. If you're Jason, it's a lose-lose situation: Work on the house...have me frustrated. "I'm burned out with the kids and count on your help at night and on weekends...blah, blah, blah". Don't work on the house...listen to me complain that we need our own place...NOW. The answer to Jason's dilemma came as an off-the-cuff suggestion from a co-worker..."Why don't you call the Building Trades teacher at the high school and see if they can help you out." Bingo. Our project provided plenty of beneficial learning experiences, so we now have a crew of seniors (12-14 kids a day), plus a supervisor or two, working like gangbusters four hours a day, five days a week. We're only three weeks into their services and I'm blown away by their skill, speed, and attention to detail. We pay for the supervisor's time (plus some doughnuts on Fridays to stay on the kids' good side), and in return we get an entire crew AND a general contractor thanks to their hardworking teacher. Short of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, I feel like we hit the remodeling jackpot. Dry wall was scheduled for delivery this morning...hard to believe, but it's actually going to start looking like a house again.
|Table saws and work stations everywhere. HVAC...check. Electrical...check. Plumbing...check. Insulation and visqueen...check!|
|It's a busy house during the week. Little worker bees hauling in the dry wall!|
Problem #2: SPACE
I cannot even begin to list the space problems staring us in the face. As you know, we made this purchase exactly one month after finding out we had triplets on the way. Our doctor said we needed to move by family and we acted on his advice...immediately. It's fair to say it was an impulse-buy. We were planning for triplets based on wisdom we'd gained from being parents of one child and the joke was on us. That's an impossible comparison. The reality of triplets was so drastically different from anything we could've imagined, so it wasn't long before we started noticing the home's shortcomings. And THEN, we encountered a sweet little surprise named Henry. But, where there's a will, there's a way, and with a few modifications, a little creativity, and a very critical eye when it comes to necessities and possessions, we WILL fit comfortably in this house.
Switching gears, I don't believe our Henry has made the blog since his birth. At six-and-a-half months, he's a roller, a sitter, and recently an oatmeal eater. Henry loves his brothers and watches their every move. He finds their action and antics completely hilarious and so obviously can't wait to be in the mix. He's a very happy baby and tries to engage anyone and everyone with his enormous smile. On the other hand, just as Cinderella's spell deteriorates at midnight, Henry automatically reverts to an all-night waker and nurser around 8:00 p.m. He has a textbook day, but sleeps no more than 90 consecutive minutes at night. Henry is EXTREMELY fond of his mama, and although she often feels she'll die of fatigue, she adores him too.
|My blue-eyed boys. Henry at 2 months|
|"HOLY SMOKES! It's from the PRESIDENT!"|
|"You're right, Mama...those Obamas sure are personable!"|
|Highly classified, obviously. Hanky's name and address handwritten on White House Stationery!|
|Considering I had five kids during Obama's FIRST term alone, I think it's a pretty cool keepsake.|
|William's very own shovel. He accidentally left it in the yard during this snowstorm and it was buried in less than an hour. We had to wait weeks for a good melt to find it again.|
|Helping Pa dig us out.|
|Sitting atop the starting line...|
|All the way to Auntie's house|
|The masterminds of the sled run. They played in this storm for 4 hours straight!|
|Tunnel...with mini snowman on top for a decorative touch.|