Since moving into the base house I have been dying to paint, however, my better half is not so excited about going through the pain of moving furniture, taping walls, hours of painting, etc...It really isn't that part of painting that bothers him the most though...it is the re-painting of the walls to the contractor white when we have to move to our next assignment that really is the true thorn in our sides. It is just one more thing that we have to accomplish in the whirlwind of activities that we really don't have time to do on a normal sleep pattern.
When we moved from NJ we went so far as to bringing a painter in and getting an estimate for our kitchen/dining room/living room combo and was astounded when the quote was $1000 plus supplies...ummm no! We could do it for that price! The space really wasn't that large, the total 2 story house was around 1800 sq feet. So we painted it ourselves, or should I say J painted it in some spare time (as in when he should have been sleeping). I think the worst was when we moved from OH to NJ...trying to get orders, out processing, movers in a matter of 2 weeks can make it a little tense, but then add in painting 6 rooms back to yucko white...some adult drinks were needed after those fun times ;)
Living on base in a house that isn't really ours can be difficult, not just for me but the kiddos too. They don't have a "forever" house, the longest we have ever lived in a house was a little over 2 years. They do like to move, but they also like to have their rooms personalized with what they like, and they even request to have their rooms painted. Paint just makes a house feel more like your own, even when you don't own it and there are 100's of houses in the development IDENTICAL to the one you are in.
So do I dare bring up paint to the hubby? Do I really want to go through all that work only to paint over it again in 2 years? Have I mentioned the grubby little fingerprints that won't scrub off the walls because of the yucko paint they use ;)
It has been a tradition to get the boys some new Christmas pjs each year and take some cute picks of the them next to the tree. This went relatively smoothly this year until the very end when N started his meltdown and J also refused to smile. I think I did get some blog worthy photos though ;)
Who wants some tickles? My cutie-pa-toot-ties.
J with his jail-deer pjs...at least that is what daddy called them.
M next to the tree. Actually got one without the glare, which is something new to work with.
This guy was the most difficult to work with, he is constantly on the move...oh he sat down where I wanted him to...but does not understand the concept of staying, smiling and looking at the camera at the same time so much. Can you tell what he is saying in the pic.....CHEESE!
