House Project: done with 2 out of 3!

I have finished painting a second bedroom!

Hooray!  Let the rejoicing grow louder and more thunderous!

The room today: The Littlest Room, which is transforming into me and Shane's room, the new master bedroom.

Once I moved the boys out of this room, they left a huge mess behind.  It needed sorting, tossing.... mostly tossing.  But I had the boys help me, so that slowed me down a few days.  But we managed to get the mess clear, and then I began to paint.

This time, in my painting journey, I did a few things differently.
1) I pulled up the carpet so that I could get a smooth paint job all the way down.  Baseboards are not terribly common in NM.  And...  I'm not going to shell out for them, yet.
2) I did all the cutting by hand.  Shane helped me on this room, too.  We did tape the wood window trim, but taping it works there.  =)  So don't be too harsh when you notice mistakes on the wall. ;)

So here's the pictures to show you the blow by blow and the play by play.
(Shane thinks it's too "pink".  I say it will make our skin look great!)

Palette: boys old messy room

Getting started erasing that bear of a dark blue ceiling.

The ceiling and two walls are all this color(Clamshell), but it looks so white here!

Laying down some clamshell on the wall.

Clamshell again.

At night, with bad lighting, but almost done with clamshell color!

You can see the carpet pulled back.

Nice not to worry about cutting in yet.

Now for Earth Tone.

Almost done!

The east wall

The west wall

The north wall, and room is READY!

And the south wall by day.

My plan is to go a bit Tuscan in here.  I'll see what Hobby Lobby has to offer.

There won't be much room in here, though.  Our queen bed goes in here, along with Shane's desk and two work computers. =)  Should be cozy!

Regretting It Later

'Member what I said in my last post about regretting it later?

This morning I headed out (with my camera) to see the new chick that was hatching last night.

On the ground outside the coop lay a partially hatched chick, flattened.

Crystal was happily sitting on the rest of the eggs on her nest.
This stupid bird apparently loves to just sit on eggs for the fun of it.  Hatching throws her WAY off, like what is going on??  Peeping?  A defective egg!  Quick, peck it and get it out of here!  It's ruining my quiet time with these other eggs!

Today marks week 4 for the original two eggs, so I took those out and threw them away.  I did not open them, I just threw them away.  I was going to take away her last egg, but I thought I'd let her do the sitting and turning.  I'll check back and when I notice peeping or pecking I'll take it away from her and hatch it in the house.  IF it hatches at all!

Just so you know, Crystal is going to the butcher.  Her special brand of talents are not really needed around here.  I accuse her of pecking other hatching chicks last year, but I had hoped she'd be better this year.  At least last year she mothered a little baby!

Now, I have to go on today and not take out my irritation on the kids and Shane.  I hate chickens!!

Peeping!

Oh, oh!  So exciting!

This morning I went out and lifted Crystal to the side... and one of the eggs had a little peep hole in it!  I went back to check on her an hour later, and the eggs were rotated and nothing new had happened.  So I read up on things....

And found out that after the air hole is pecked, the chick rests for 8 hours.  This helps it get used to breathing the outside air, I guess?  And then the baby turns a full circle inside the egg, pecking as she goes until the top comes off.

So this afternoon, I went out and lifted up Crystal again, and the baby is peeping!  It's still in the shell, but it's making noise!  I so BADLY want to supervise this, and make sure the baby makes it out okay.  I read about people helping babies out of their shells and the babies being fine.  But I'll just leave things alone and regret it later if the chick dies.  =)

But I am very, very happy that things seem to be progressing for Crystal!  And I would have a picture, but it's very hard for me to crouch down and peer into the coop, let alone with a camera.  I can't lift her up and snap a pix at the same time. =(  But I'll take pictures when the baby is running around!

Oh, happy day!

Ps:  I've done a little painting, too.

New Bike Riders!

Julia picked up the trick of riding a two-wheeler and was closely followed by Aidan.

All the kids start their bike training here on this little hill.  They can coast and practice steering without having to worry so much about pedaling.

It was fun to see and hear them as they got confidence.  Julia was especially fun as she'd go outside and sing while riding.  She'd say things like "Mom, this is so much FUN!  I didn't know how much FUN it was going to be until now!"

Aidan is pretty good, still a little wobbly, but can ride alone.  His only problem is that he would much rather watch his front tire than the road ahead of him.  So he rides at breakneck speed while staring down between his knees as the tire spins.  We shout, we encourage, we discuss being smashed by a car.  He continues to ride with his head down.  Sigh...  These are the kind of lessons you have to actually live through if you want to learn them.  Or you have to learn them in order to live.

In this video, Julia is singing a song introduced to her by Papa: "I can ride my bike with no handlebars".  

We went on our first Family Bike Ride this weekend.  It was funny, I'm sure.  I had to run beside Aidan on the uphills (it's hilly here) while holding my bike and pushing him.  I got a workout, let me tell ya!  Lots of complaining and such.  But they want to go again! =)

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Well, I get back to this post a few weeks later, and you already know about Mom being the one who falls off her bike!  Still, I have some pictures that I want to add to this post and show you my big babies all riding bikes, if not like pros, at least with enthusiasm.

No, Greyson did not run into the street, I promise.  By the time he runs to where the kids are, they've gone back and forth a few times. =)

A Mama Hopeful

Chickens!

Lucas' chicken, Crystal, has been laying on some eggs.  We got off to a really rough start and I suffered many a temper tantrum.

Crystal lets us know she is going broody by staying in the laying box.  Forever.  Well, we only have two laying boxes, which is fine, but the chickens will only use the one being USED.  It must be the best one.  So they try to squeeze in there next to Crystal and lay another egg.**  Sometimes they boot her out.  So I had already made a "maternity ward" for her all to herself and for her to raise the babies.  I went and got 3 fertilized eggs (since we have no rooster) and she would NOT sit on them!  Well, she'd sit on them in the main coop, but not the maternity coop.  Crystal wanted back in the main coop with the other birds.  I decided to let her back into the main coop, since the clock is now ticking on these fertilized eggs.

So we thought we'd move Crystal in the dead of night to her new coop.  But I kept forgetting.  Dead of night isn't when I think of chickens.  Except when I wake up at 2am and think "Shoot, I forgot to move Crystal!"  And that's the last time I think of it til the next night at 2am.  And then, one day:

One of my chickens ATE one of the fertilized eggs!

We about had chicken for dinner that night.  I was so mad!  MAD, I tell you! Furious!  I'm getting mad just writing about it.  The only reason I didn't kill a chicken on the spot was because I didn't know which one it was.  We had already had Cannibal taken to the "butcher".  So now we're down to two fertilized eggs, that have been iffily sat on.  But anger can do some great things.

I put the eggs in the maternity coop, put in some water and food and locked Crystal inside.  Then we peeked at her all day and for the next couple of weeks.  We'd occasionally let her outside for a dirt bath and to stretch.  She'd sit on the eggs if she was locked in, but if let out, she'd try to fly over the fence. But finally this last week, she'd go back into the coop on her own.  And on the 7th, she'd sat for 21 days.  But we have no babies.

So I'm worried that Crystal will have done all that sitting for nothing.  However, last year the babies were over FIVE days late, and we are only two days out from the due date.  We are waiting to see what happens!

**Oh yes!  There's more!  Crystal is an Australorp, a lovely black hen.  She is laying on Americauna eggs, because I want a few more green egg layers.  Well, I have one Americauna that went and laid another green egg that Crystal adopted along with the (fertilized)others, and it was a little hard to figure out which was hers.  It mattered, since now there'd be an unfertilized egg in the mix.  Two fertilized eggs were easy to tell, but the other one was chancy.  I took the chance, but now I have even more reasons for doubt.  sigh....

This post was written over several days.

UPDATE: I just found a lady with eggs she was going to take out of her incubator tomorrow and she sold me two!  =)  So now Crystal has her two originals that she's sat on for 26 days, and two more that are supposed to hatch tomorrow. =)  I am now happy!  Except... I just left Crystal in her little coop yard pacing and trying to fly back into the big coop.  I'll give her 10 more minutes, then I'm shutting her in the little coop again.

House Project: checkin' in

Just a quick note, and no pictures.  Sorry.

I have FINISHED painting the boys room (again!) and they are moved into their new (old) room.  This is the room they were in when we first moved into this house three years ago, but they have landed back there once again.  No pictures, because I want to post a picture once I put up shelves and mirrors and the final "decorations" in there.  And right now I am storing a love seat, bookcase and calendar easel in the middle of the room.

Because I am switching things around SO much, I have called the four rooms in the house as follows:
The Master Room (will become the school room)
The Small Room (no closet, will become the "master room")
Julia's Room
The Boys' Room

The small room is my focus, now.  As I am redoing each room, I am de-cluttering as I go.  Julia's room is good to go, the Boys room is good to go.  But the mess that Lucas left behind in the small room... !!! He's like his Mama, poor child.  We discussed the ramifications of storing "stuff" for years, and he was quick to observe that the room wouldn't hold everything.  So together we weeded and weeded and organized and made places for things... whew!  And we aren't quite done, but we are on the downhill side.

The problem I'm running into, is that I have nowhere to stick stuff as I clean out rooms.  Stuff is getting pushed ahead of me, like bookcases and furniture.  And a little pressure will be relieved when I paint the small room and can put my bed and Shane's office in there...  but the entire master bedroom will need to be emptied so we can put in a cork or bamboo floor.  WHEW!!  All of this "ceiling to baseboard" cleaning and de-cluttering is SO good for me, though!

So that's the latest.  I might have a "before" picture for the small room that will soon be MIIIIIINE! in the next day or two.  The saddest thing is that it is a beautifully painted blue room for the boys, and my previous masterpiece that I must now paint over.  No, I WANT to paint over it.... it will be my new masterpiece.

"I never look back, darling.  It distracts from the now."

House Project: more boys blue bedroom

Here is Tuesday's progress:

A start on the ceiling... what a hassle!

At least I had a bunk bed to use for part of the ceiling.

At this point, I felt a bit like Michelangelo.

Minus the talent, of course.

It comes together!

I did the right hand crack BY HAND.

I will do the wall crack by hand as well.

Maybe.

Yes, walls have cracks.

And this is where I left off.

I think you can tell which two cracks need attention.

Attention for another day!

Story:  Tonight we took a Family Bike Ride.  (We say it in capitals.) As I was doing my famous "ride up beside little kids and give them a helpful shove going uphill" I almost bashed into Aidan's back tire. Since I didn't want to do this, I didn't turn, just let the bike fall over, but somehow missed catching myself with my foot.  Hiney high, wide and handsome, I slo-mo'ed to the ground, landing on my knee and elbow.  In gravel.  Gracefully, I got to my feet and turned back to observe my Honey's reaction.  He was carefully sympathetic, and never once cracked a smile at me!  I did have a mildly scraped up knee. But I'm fine, especially since no neighbors were out.  So if they saw me, they had time to back out of their window before I looked around.  

Also: As I was suffering through this ceiling, Aidan told me that I could paint until my heart was content.  Then he asked me if my heart was content.  So I said, no, that my heart would not be content until the painting was done!  He suggested I just stop painting and that I would find my heart was content after all.  I suspect he was right, but forced myself to keep going, regardless of my heart's contentment level.