Bathroom update

We are --FINALLY-- almost done. Just one hole in the wall to be patched, a new toilet seat to be bought (the plumber scratched our new one). Maybe painting, maybe not.

The tile is clean, new, unbroken, not rocking, and so solid. The pipes are now below the floor boards. Old galvanized pipes -- starting to leak -- have been removed and replaced with lovely lovely hidden copper ones.

I love the sink even more in my bathroom than in the store. It is a beautiful, small (but deepish) sink, not a particle-board piece of crap box that is flush with the door. I love my new sink. Best part of the bathroom.

And the toilet. My criteria was threefold: The best most powerful flush we could find (I'd go with institutional flush if I could), white, and round seat, not elongated. We got all three and the toilet is clean, flushes well, and sits just fine.


Yes, you can see the pipes. I still love it.



Come visit and flush!

New dresses from the thrift store

One crazy Hanna Anderson for C6, and one crazy polyester extravaganza for Q4. They love them. A good $2.40 spent.

Dust

The house is dusty. I think I've washed the floor twice every day since Monday. Ug. It is foul.

And here is why:





The floor in the bathroom has been ripped out to repair the rocking floor set in 4 inches of concrete, in which was embedded some galvanized steel pipes that were starting to go. By go I mean rot, leak, crumble. So, this whole tear up the floor replace the pipes and lay down new tile? A good thing.

It isn't done, but the tile is laid.


Nothing is square, nothing.


But the black and white looks good (it was black and light green before), it will be clean, not broken, and so solid. And not embedded in 4 inches of concrete.

Grouting tomorrow. Unfotunately this means sharing a bathroom with Meme while she is here. Many apologies to her.

Common sense

Or lack there off.

Last night Q4 poked herself in the eye so hard she cried for a solid 15 minutes, covering her eye with her hands. A lot of crying. Because she poked herself in the eye. On purpose, I think.

On the other hand, C6's standardized test scores were verbal 99 and nonverbal 99 total 99 (that is percentile across the US) ... which were, her teacher said, the highest she'd ever seen. And the highest the specialist in school has ever seen. Just had to brag here a bit to make up for the other child who poked herself in the eye.

Please just let me gloat for a moment, ok? Thanks.

Girls

Have you been wondering what we've been doing?
School, swimming, baking, coloring, making things.

In fact, you can see some of that coloring on Q4's fingers.

You won't find it on her floor. No, because we washed it off. Mostly. But it wasn't easy. I KNOW it was an accident (it had that just a FLICK off the page quality to it) but I can't say I was pleased to see it. And when she was told to wash it up, she took a facecloth to wash it. When confronted with that reality she said, "But I'm not using hand soap!" True, and a step above what C6 and her friend C7 did the other week, pretending to be prairie girls washing the floor with hand soap and faceclothes.

You can see what C6 made here. A hat of sorts.

But mostly she's been making clothes for her dogs, Dotty and Spotty. The dalmation cousins. Family names. Cashmere hats, sweaters, scarfs, and a raincoat out of the snowskirt materials. Nice.

Two snow day

Maybe the first should have been called a slush day. Not a problem. The snow, slush, ice ... DC is back in the wintry mix zone. And the schools are back to shutting down at the thought of snow.

So, two days later they are thinking about keeping the schools closed tomorrow (or a two hour delay), because it might snow. We'll see.

No matter, the girls enjoyed it.

Snow flakes

While it snowed outside we made snowflakes inside.



Fun!!