It’s the last day of winter break. It is probably just me, but it feels like it’s been a crazy-long two weeks. We began the break by surprising our kids and families by flying to Edmonton on Christmas Eve and ambushing our respective families. It was fun, and it was so great to see everyone for Christmas, and the trip was just short enough that I could enjoy the snow and the cold – I’m ok with snow in short stints, but I don’t ever again want to have to live with it for months at a time.
So we’ve been back for a little over a week. It’s been raining, so half my photo shoots were cancelled, and I settled VERY quickly into the routine of sleeping in, reading my book, having my coffee and doing nothing most of the day.
Layton, on the other hand, has not been lounging around at all. We had friends visiting from Vancouver for NYE, and before they arrive he started painting out Seville’s room. At one point, the room appears to have been red and black, but was then painted over (in a slap-dash sort of way) in gray and white with a way-too-high chair rail around it. Then it was utterly abused by someone, punched full of holes and patched poorly if at all.
So he fixed the walls, painted the ceiling, painted the walls in our preferred Benjamin Moore Gray Cloud.
After that, it was like he just couldn’t help himself. If he painted her room, it was a simple next step to paint the downstairs hallway. And once that was done, the front entrance looked dingy by comparison, and he painted that out. Right now, he’s dodging around my head, painting the upstairs ceiling while I work.
We spend a lot of time together as a family, including lazying around reading books. Seville’s a heavy reader. When the break started, she set a goal for herself to read a certain number of books and I’m pretty sure she is going to reach it. And now that her room looks so nice (and the paint smell has faded significantly) she’s settled into her space, to read.
You know me – I can’t help but take photos (especially since I got my NEW FREAKING LENS). Seville was a year old when I started my photography business; she’s become pretty good at pretending I’m not there. Yesterday in my Instagram stories, I posted a photo of her eating the cake she made earlier in the week – she chopped off a slice the size of her head and dug in. The response I got in my inbox was hilarious – she’s everyone’s hero. I told her she was popular on Instagram. This was her response.
I have light fixtures on order. We have plans for nearly every surface of the house. I’m pretty excited – we lived in our last house for 8 years before commencing on the aesthetic renos, and then when they were done, we sold it, so getting to actually enjoy this seems like a luxury.
I’m thinking of doing a big, huge, pretty macrame hanging for over Seville’s bed. What do you think?