Monthly Archive for August, 2007

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“Didn’t you just remodel a bathroom?”

Well, yes. Yes we did.

The Master Bathroom project I’ve been talking about recently in the blog is actually the second bathroom we’ve remodeled over the last year. Prior to this project, we tackled and completed The Main Bathroom Remodel Project. That project was completed before the blog was up and running, so I thought I’d take the time to recap that project before we complete the next one!

It’s a long tale…you’ve been warned. ;)

It all started when we bought the house six years ago. The bathrooms were outdated, but we loved the house. All the bathrooms were functional, so we didn’t let the 70s-style stand in the way of our buying our first home. We made a mental note to remodel the bathrooms “sometime in the future.” Well, fast-forward about six years, and we really wanted that “sometime” to be now.

The original plan was simple: 1. Fix some tiles in the Main Bathroom, so that we could use that bathroom while remodeling the Master Bathroom. 2. Gut and totally remodel the Master Bathroom. 3. Remodel the Main Bathroom at some point in the future.

In staying true to every single project that we’ve undertaken in this house, what we planned was not exactly what happened. ;)

In trying to fix the tiles in the Main Bathroom, we discovered a huge mold problem that had been caulked over and hidden by the previous owners. In our defense, we never really used the bathtub/shower until Claire’s arrival. We’ve always personally used the Master Bath, and our guests use the Guest Bathroom downstairs. With Claire’s arrival came the need to use that bathtub. All of a sudden, we had a glowing spotlight on a problem we didn’t even know existed.

What we thought would be a $30 fix to one bathroom suddenly became the focus of the project. Our priorities shifted, and the Master Bathroom Project was put on hold.

Well, we knew we needed to remove the tile from the walls, and rather than install tile, we’d found these really cool “shower surrounds and bathtub” combinations. And, since it comes with a tub, and the cast-iron tub had a patched spot, we may as well remove that as well. And, if we’re going to remove the tub (how hard could that be, anyway?), we may as well replace the vinyl flooring with that tile we’d found. And, if we’re going to tile the floor, we may as well re-finish the cabinet and if we’re doing that, we may as well install the new sink and countertop we’d been eyeing.

Do you see where this was headed?

So, we knocked out the tile, drywall and insulation, all the way down to the studs. The mold had been such a horrible issue that we even had to replace some wall studs!

Both of the bathrooms have a fully functional window smack dab in the middle of the wall. This is great for ambiance and airflow, but quite a challenge when it comes to bathtub/shower surrounds. We would have to cut a hole for the window into the surround, and that was a daunting task. One miscalculation would be devastating to the surround and the budget. Great! Have fun! No pressure!

My hubby is a rock-star when it comes to projects, and together we measured that thing SEVEN times. We made the cuts, and they were perfect. It fit the window perfectly. Of course, the walls in our bathroom aren’t square. (Shhh, don’t tell anyone…you don’t notice unless you’re insane like my hubby.) So, there was a lot of shimming that had to happen, but you really can’t tell with the finished product.  We did discover that the product is extremely fragile until you get it installed, and it’s rather difficult to install.  Our frustrations with that product are what led to our decision to tile the walls in the Master Bathroom.

But, before you can install the surround and the new tub, you have to remove the old tub. Have you ever removed a built-in cast-iron tub? Well, it’s much worse than you can ever imagine. All the internet sites make it look so simple. Right. It’s simple if you have no walls to contend with, and have two or three burly men at your disposal. (Unfortunately, that wasn’t the reality we were dealing with.) After much finagling, we got it out of there. Needless to say, I never want to remove another bathtub. Ever.

So, we’re ready to tile the floor. We’ve never tiled a floor. How hard can it be? Actually…tiling a floor wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d imagined. Here are some handy tips we learned while tiling the floor that we made sure to use when we started the Master Bath Remodel Project:

1. Use this website. It’s a tile estimator website that will allow you to put the dimensions of your room into the program, choose the size of tiles, the pattern you want, the size of grout line, and with the click of a button, it will give you a printable map of your floor and tell you how many tiles and pounds of mortar and grout you’ll need! I’m still amazed that this is a free site, so use it while you can!

2. Once you print the map created from the above website, lay out your tiles. You’ll need to dry-fit and cut the entire floor. You’ll need to adjust for the reality of your room (i.e. rooms aren’t square in our house. Go figure.) It’s easier to shift a row of tiles down a smidge than it is to cut that smidge off of a row of tiles.

3. Number each tile on the map, and then transfer those numbers onto the tiles you have dry-fitted on the floor BEFORE MOVING THEM to put down the mortar. This may seem tedious, but believe me; this step is so much easier than hiring a divorce attorney, splitting up your belongings and selling a house with an unfinished bathroom. Trust me. I love maps and details, so this part made me happy. If you don’t, you’ll need to learn to embrace it. No one told us to do this step, and it took a few stress-filled moments full of screaming at each other to realize it. It seems so simple now. It won’t at the time.

4. Once you have a map of your floor, including numbered tiles, you’re ready to mortar and grout! We used a special grout that doesn’t require an extra sealant. This grout is expensive, but the result is awesome. If you’re using this kind of grout, there are detailed instructions on how to clean the tiles after you’ve grouted but before everything has hardened. (There are many cleaning stages, which is what you get in turn for not having to deal with applying a sealant.) As ridiculous as these directions seem, they are imperative. The better job you do cleaning the tiles in that Initial Cleaning, the better everything will be. It’s okay to be aggressive with the cleaning process even though you’ve spent what seems like hours putting in the grout. We learned this the hard way. There are two “shiny spots” on the bathroom floor that only the insanely perfectionist people like my hubby can see. Because I’m more of a casual perfectionist, I’d like things to be perfect, but it doesn’t ruin my day if they’re not. I don’t even see these spots, and I can’t show any examples to anyone, but I’m sure they blind my hubby every morning. ;)

And, after we installed the floor tile, we finished the cabinet, installed the new sink and countertop combination. My hubby and his father framed the huge mirror, and my hubby replaced the horrid original light fixture with track lighting on the ceiling.

As you can see by the pictures below, we chose a really bold color for the walls. We’re not afraid of color, and he found the color on a paint-chip, and I found it in a magazine. Imagine our surprise when comparing our notes that Spicy Cayenne matched both! The really funny thing about all this was that it almost matched the color of the original countertop….the countertop we hated when we moved into the house. Apparently, after six years, that color had grown on us and infiltrated our psyches.

Because we went really bold with the walls, we used a bone color for the counter and a white for the cabinet. The floors are Rialto Beige with Antique White grout.

So, there ya have it. Yes, we just remodeled a bathroom. Yes, it seems like we’re still remodeling a bathroom…because we are! We took one month off between projects and jumped right in again. I can’t wait to write a re-cap of that project! The end is in sight, so stay tuned!

Here are some pictures of the finished Main Bathroom Remodel Project:

View from the sink

View from the sink

View looking in

View looking in

View looking out

View looking out

The curved shower-curtain bar

The curved shower-curtain bar

The track-lighting system

The track-lighting system

Window and tile

Here’s a good one of the window and tiled floor

Bathroom Artwork

Bathroom artwork, of bathrooms (how appropriate!)

Paraphernalia

Oh, Monkey!  Not you, too!

Monkey is posing for a picture with Claire’s rapidly growing stash of Elmo paraphernalia.  A little tiny Elmo arrived in the mail on Tuesday, and the book arrived yesterday.  (The shirt was already part of the collection, and can be seen modeled by another monkey in this picture.) 

The little tiny Elmo came from our friend, Linda.  Claire was extremely excited when she opened the package and even called “Ninna” to thank her on the phone.  At first, she was confused and thought that Linda had sent the exact Elmo from the trip.  Claire was even more excited when she realized that she didn’t have to give this Elmo back!   :)   

The book arrived yesterday from one of Claire’s aunts.  She called to thank her as well, but we had to leave a message.  This is the aunt with the four boys, so I’m hoping she was able to hear the message above the dull roar.    ;)  

Though very appreciative of the gifts, I’m leery curious about what will arrive next.  Somehow, I fear this is only the beginning.  We’re bracing for the onslaught, and it’s only a matter of time.

Strange Bedfellows

“Claire, it’s time for your nap. Who do you want to go with you?”

And, this is what happened.

All ready for a nap!

In order, from left to right (and not necessarily order of importance) we have:

Miss Kitty
Pretty Bear
Princess
Kitty
Roo
Bear
Tibby
Elmo
Puppy
Baby
LO Kitty (Claire thinks that’s what we’re saying…)
Tigg
Monkey
Chiquita (Momma’s monkey from when she was little. Claire calls her “Cheeky”)
Gonzo (Momma was really into monkeys too, can you tell? Claire calls him “Onz.”)
Princess Pillow (does this count as one or three?)
Eee-oh (He’s a wolf, and wovles say, “aaaahhh-ooooo.” So, she named him Eee-oh, obviously.)
Other Puppy (she has trouble saying “Learning Puppy.”)

So…that’s 18 strange bedfellows. Twenty, if you count the pretty princesses on the pillow as separate ladies. Twenty-one if you count the The Fishies mounted on the crib rail. (That’s always been there…) And, no, this isn’t everyone. I had to draw the line somewhere! ;)

When Claire was a little bitty baby (and up until she was about a year old), I was a paranoid safety-conscious first-time parent, and I wouldn’t allow her to sleep with so much as a bumper on her crib!

We’ve obviously gotten past that stage…

Disturbed

Yesterday, Claire and I were eating lunch and all of a sudden, we both heard this insanely loud yelling. It sounded like it was coming from the backyard! I quickly looked out the glass sliding door at the deck, and I didn’t see anyone.

I then peeked out the kitchen window into the neighbors’ yard. They have a dog, and at first, I thought someone was in their backyard yelling at her. But, this yelling sounded like a person was the recipient…there was just something about the tone that was very unsettling. The voice was so loud and jarring that it actually frightened me. I made a mental note of where the phone was, just in case…

Claire looked very concerned, and I tried to appear calm. “Wow. That man sounds angry, doesn’t he? He must be really mad. Do you hear him yelling?” She told me she did. “Sometimes people yell when they’re angry. Maybe he’ll stop soon. Here, eat some more of your applesauce,” I said, nudging the bowl on the tray of her highchair.

I kept looking out the window to try to figure out where he was, and more importantly, if he was going to get any closer to us. My brain was falling all over itself trying to figure out what was happening. The voice kept getting closer, and that’s when I realized that the man yelling was on the outside of our back fence.

Our backyard juts up to a relatively major street. We are protected from the street by a guardrail, sidewalk and our really tall fence. The man was walking along the sidewalk. As he paced back and forth, I could get glimpses of his shape between the fence slats. He was gesturing wildly with his arms and kept yelling. I only saw one person. Was he yelling at someone on the phone? Was he yelling at someone in his head?

After several minutes, he finally walked on, continuing his conversation. I could still hear bits and pieces as he got farther away, and then it was silent. Claire and I were left with an eerie calmness, and I was left with an odd feeling that I couldn’t shake most of the day.

I’ve tumbled the scene over and over in my head and the only words I could piece together were little insignificant words like ‘you’ and ‘the’ and ‘and.’ I didn’t catch any swear words or any specific words at all. The conversation he was having was so explosive and violent, but I have no idea what he was actually saying. It was like watching a foreign film without the subtitles. The exact words were a blur, but the emotion was loud and clear. Disturbed…that man and our peaceful lunch.

Instant Pain Relief

I was letting Claire play with a CD case yesterday while I was trying to wrap up some stuff in my office.  She was sitting on my lap, and the only thing that could distract her from the keyboard and the items on my desk was this CD.  It’s not one that I care about, so I wasn’t concerned about her scratching it.  I was running out of distraction ideas, and that seemed to be working for now.   

I was finished typing for the moment and put my hand on the CD case and Claire to readjust our position.  All of a sudden, she accidentally pinched my finger in the hinge of the case.  It was my fault, really…not hers, but it hurt!  I let out an involuntary yelp, and she immediately grabbed my hand and kissed my finger with a very dramatic smooch and said, “There.  All better!”

And, it was.  It’s amazing how that works…  ;)

Note to self…

Please check the contents of your office trashcan before bagging it up and putting it out on Trash Day!! 

Maybe moving Claire’s play area over a tiny bit closer to my desk so that I could hand her things more easily was a bad idea?     

“Claire, what are you doing!?”  I saw the lid to my trashcan sitting inside her play area, and I had a pretty good idea.

“I throwing in trash now, Momma!”

So far, I’ve found the #1-shaped wooden puzzle piece, the #7-shaped wooden puzzle piece, and a page from her Dora book in the trash.  I made this change to the set-up a couple days ago. 

Time to move things around again and do some reconnaissance work, I’m afraid.

Happy Birthday, Guys!

Today is Merlin and Jasper’s birthday. They are six years old! According to a search on Google, six years in cat years = 40 years in human years. It’s not incremental like the dog years life chart, where one year = seven. It’s more complicated. And, since we’re dealing with cats, is this really a surprise? ;)

Merlin & Jasper

Merlin and Jasper, today on their birthday!

So much has changed since we brought the guys home. We adopted them in October of 2001 from a Kitten Adoption Days held by a local shelter. This particular shelter fosters out pregnant cats to families in the community who will make sure the momma-cat is properly fed and cared for, and then they make sure she has her babies and that they are properly fed and cared for. That way, the kittens never see the inside of a shelter and the transition into another private home goes smoothly. Then, when they are old enough to be adopted, all the families converge on one area for a “Kitten Adoption Days” and members of the public are allowed to RSVP for a time-slot and how many kittens they’d like to adopt, and they wander around looking at all the kittens.

My hubby and I knew we wanted two kittens, preferably from the same litter. At that time, we both worked 40+ hours outside the house, and we didn’t want one kitten to get lonely and take out her frustrations on us (or our furniture), so we decided to adopt two together. We went in to our 3:00 time-slot with a mental list of things we wanted in a cat. He wanted a black one, and I wanted a gray-striped tabby. He wanted a male, and I wanted a female. We wanted them to be from the same litter. In reality, none of these criteria really mattered.

This particular Kitten Adoption Days was held at a model home in a community rather close to where we live. We had friends who lived in the area, and they met us there. We had so much fun wandering through the different rooms of the house looking at all the kittens. There were SIXTY kittens to be adopted that day! Talk about a cuteness overload!! The task of finding the perfect kitties for us seemed daunting, but we dove right in….up to our elbows in cute little kittens. Some, we were able to check off our list right away. Some families were surrounded by too many people, so we just went right by those. As we turned the corner, we saw it…a family that had an equal mix of black kittens and gray-striped tabbies! What were the odds?!

The kitten that went straight to my hubby was black, and the one who came straight to me was a gray-striped tabby! They were both male, and by the time they snuggled into our chests, we’d decided that the opposite gender criteria wasn’t important.

Two women came over to us and said, “Ohhhhhhhhhh, look how cute! Are those two adopted?” My hubby and I looked at each other, and in unison said, “Yes.” At that moment, Merlin and Jasper became a part of our lives.

The woman who had raised their mother and made sure they made it into this world safely came up to us as we were standing in the paperwork line. She had tears in her eyes as she thanked us for taking those two together. She was visibly upset about letting her babies go, and she said that this happens every time, and the only way she feels better is by fostering another pregnant cat and doing this all over again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she turned away. It’s been six years, and I still think about that woman. I hope she’s found some peace with this process by now.

Merlin and Jasper adjusted to life in their new home quite well.  I’m glad we adopted siblings, and the bond between the two of them is amazing.  They groom each other like loving siblings and fight like typical brothers.  They are quite the pair.

Merlin as a kitten   Tiny kittens!   Jasper as a kitten

Merlin as a kitten – Tiny kittens!  - Jasper as a kitten

My hubby and I had this mental vision of Merlin and Jasper sleeping curled up at our feet. If you’ve ever had a kitten, you know how preposterous this idea is. They were terrible at night! They were extremely playful during the day and became crazed beasts at night! Needless to say, for the first couple years of their lives, they were shut out of our room at night. Now, they are calmer at night, and they do sleep curled up on our bed.

Merlin and Jasper

Merlin & Jasper happy on our bed

They’ve seen a lot of changes in this house as we’ve done our home improvement projects. Here is one of my favorite pictures of them that we took a few years ago during one of those projects.

Helping with one of our projects

They are watching my husband install a recessed light in the kitchen. He is in the attic and they can see him through the hole in the ceiling.

Both Merlin and Jasper adjusted rather well to Claire’s arrival. Jasper was mad at me for almost a year, but he seems to have worked out his feelings. He definitely didn’t want to share my attention, but he never acted out toward Claire. He refused to sit on my lap after she was born, but like I said, he’s finally worked through his issues. Everything appears to be back to normal, and he cuddles with me at night while I watch TV, just like he used to. Merlin wasn’t affected at all by Claire’s arrival. He’s always been the really easy-going one.

The Happy Hippo Gym makes everyone happy

Here are Merlin and Jasper on Claire’s Happy Hippo Gym. At that time, the Happy Hippo Gym made everyone happy. ;)

Both Merlin and Jasper loved the Baby Claire, and neither of them seems to mind the Toddler Claire. She’s really gentle with them, but she loves to give a good chase. When they’ve had enough, they go to where she can’t reach them. But, it never fails that they come back for more.  Those two always have been crazy…

So…happy birthday, guys!! Here’s to six years and many more!

Bathroom Wall Tiles Grouted? Check!

Well, against my better judgment, we got the bathroom wall tiles grouted this weekend! It’s not that I’m not overly anxious to get this project completed…it’s that I didn’t want my hubby to hurt his already tender back. Last weekend’s attempt at this project did not have a pleasant nor desirable result, and I didn’t want to re-live last weekend.

Thankfully, this weekend was different!

My hubby does fabulous work, especially for someone who’s never been trained in the fine arts of tiling. The shower walls turned out great! The colors we chose really work together well, and now we just need to pick a wall-color, and we’ll be on our way to checking this remodeling project off our list.

wall tile design

Here is a picture of the tile design he did. We chose Rialto Noce (a dark beige color), Rialto Terra (a terracotta color), and a greenish (smaller inset tiles). The grout is Antique White. The window base will be white, to match the shower base, toilet and trim. We also picked up some ideas for paint color this afternoon.

As I type this, my hubby is grouting part of the bathroom floor. Because there were two tiny wall tiles that couldn’t be attached to the wall until we had the floor tiles installed, he is only grouting part of the floor. Once the mortar dries on those two pieces, he’ll finish the floor grout and hopefully have just enough left over to grout those two tiny lines. (We know it will take more than two batches of the special grout we’re using…and it’s always a roll of the dice to see how much grout we’ll have left at the end. That’s why we’re using the same grout for the walls and the floor.)

He’s grouted a floor before, for our Main Bathroom Remodel Project, so my assistance is not required. Yesterday, I got to supervise. Yippy skippy. I actually like supervising projects. It’s always good to have a second pair of eyes or hands, especially when you’re doing something you’ve never done before. For me, it’s the tiptoeing around his feelings that gets to be a bit tedious. I need to be very careful in how I say what I say. In his defense, my supervising voice sometimes comes off as being that of a know-it-all nag, whether I mean it to or not. I’m the oldest of four; sorry. It’s in my DNA.

When the floor is grouted, all we have to do is paint the walls and install the fan/light and window sill. Oh, and we get to re-install the toilet. And to think that used to be a big deal. We’ve done so many things now in our various home projects over the years, that it’s amazing what we used to be afraid of and what we don’t even consider to be a real task anymore. Rip out a whole section of drywall and replace it? Piece of cake. Install a toilet? Child’s play. Grouting a floor? Been there; done that…twice.

Every item we check off the list gets us closer to a functional Master Bathroom…and I can’t wait!

“Hey, Claire…Smile for the camera!”

Smiling for the camera

And, this is what she did!  (Complete with tightly closed eyes.) 

Well, this will certainly make the red-eye reduction and editing process a bit quicker.  ;)

Many Missions Accomplished

A pool and to be within walking distance to The Plaza, those were our two criteria for lodging in Santa Fe. Also, we didn’t want to spend a million dollars a night for a hotel room, which can happen if you stay right on The Plaza. Luckily, we found Garrett’s Desert Inn, a hotel that was two blocks south of The Plaza, and it had a pool. We were able to get a good deal on the room-rate, so our pocketbooks were happy. The hotel was perfect for travelers like us, and it fit the criteria nicely. First Mission accomplished.

We all loved the pool. It was an outdoor pool, the perfect size and not crowded at all. It was also heated, which you would think wouldn’t be a big deal in Santa Fe, but that was a very nice feature. Some evenings, the breeze was just cool enough to give you a chill if the pool wouldn’t have been heated. I had a personal agenda to take Claire swimming as much as possible, and we did just that. The only day that Claire and I didn’t swim was the morning we left, but we’d swam the night before and had all slept in rather than go to the pool, so I was satisfied. Second Mission accomplished.

Having fun in the pool in Santa Fe

Claire loves swimming, and after she got used to the pool floaty toys that Linda brought with us, she had a great time. In fact, she relaxed so much one day that she took a nap! In the floaty toy! In the pool! I was right by her the whole time, and kept her gently rocking so that she could nap un-interrupted. Her toes were little prunes when we were done, but she’d had a 45-minute nap. That’s short by nap standards, but any nap while on vacation is a good nap. :) Third Mission accomplished.

Speaking of things sleep-related, luckily, she slept every night at the hotel! Just like on our trip to the Midwestern Trifecta, once she snuggled with us for a few minutes, she fell fast asleep and I transferred her to the pack-n-play, where she slept all night long. Fourth Mission accomplished.

And also like the trip to the Midwest, I’d consciously decided to have a good time. I knew that wouldn’t be difficult task in Santa Fe, and with such good friends, but any trip can be stressful if you let it. Other than a few bumps of turbulence, it was a smooth sailing trip. I’m really glad those unexpected things didn’t ruin the trip, and I think with a different attitude they may have. All the kids really were very well-behaved and played well together. It’s like they became built-in pseudo-siblings, but without all the fighting. ;) All the adults had a great time, as well. We can look back at this trip to Santa Fe with fond memories and a longing to go back. Fifth Mission accomplished.

I had also promised myself to relax on this trip, and leave reality behind us for a few days. As we were walking through the lobby of the hotel, I spotted a computer, complete with an internet connection. “Look!” I said to my hubby. “I could check my email!”

“Resist,” he said calmly. And, I did. Another mission accomplished.