Nesting

Justin calls it nesting.  I call it wanting to have somewhere to sit in the basement.  Either way, about a month and a half ago, I decided it was time for us make our downstairs the main family room.  There were several cascading effects of this decision: We would need a new couch to put upstairs so that we can move the comfy, red, movie-watching couch downstairs, and we would need to paint the basement--including the ceiling.  It turns out that painting the ceiling is a very un-gratifying task.  I know because I did it entirely by myself.  (I should point out that while I was painting the ceiling--and the rest of the basement--Justin was stuck behind the furnace in the laundry room installing a new outlet so we can mount the TV to the wall downstairs--yet another of those cascading effects.  Anyway, I realized very quickly that safety goggles and some type of covering for my hair would be essential.  When Colton saw how cool I looked, he wanted to get in on the action as well.  

Yes, I was painting at 7.5 months pregnant.

Colton really liked working with the roller.  (Sorry, I guess I should have rotated the picture before uploading it...) 

Nothing like painting with a two-year-old.  It was serious mother-son bonding. (And someday I'll get around to rotating this picture.)

At some point in the future, I will post pictures of the finished product.  Right now we're still waiting for the new couch to arrive.  They gave us a 4-12 week window.  So it should arrive sometime between now and Christmas...