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The Floors


We've made some progress in the last couple of weeks! The flat of land for the barn is ready and we even have the post holes dug. The kitchen has a new (to us) oven that does not smell like burning rats when it is cooking. Jeremy has even caught a couple of rats in all his many traps.

And this weekend we finished the master's floor.

To go way back to the beginning, let's remember the pebble beach linoleum that was in here. That was easy enough pull up, but then we had to tackle the 3/4 inch plywood that was under it.


Jeremy kept saying the guys who put it down must have been paid by the nail. There was literally a nail every inch around those boards. And not just little nailgun nails that are much easier to pull up. These were big nails.





It was a job getting all those boards up. We used hammers, sledgehammers, and cat's paws. We used a mattock until it broke. Then our friends at our new local hardware store lent us a tool they called the Beast. We were wishing we'd had that thing from the beginning. It made the last row of boards come up much quicker.


Gideon decided to help take some pictures. Thanks, Buddy.



We were so relieved to find the floor in good shape underneath the plywood. It looked beautiful, even though it had so many nail holes and some dents and scratches in it. Then it was time to sand it. Most of the original finish was gone, so the sanding really wasn't too bad. We borrowed a floor sander and went over the floor with 36 grit paper a few times, and then 60 grit couple of times, and, finally, a 100 grit once. Jeremy let me sand for a few minutes, but mostly he wanted to be in charge of it. I was fine with that, I'm sure I'll have other floors to sand, and it made my ears itch. During this process, we started debating about how we were going to refinish it.





I had read something years ago about using tung oil instead of polyurethane to finish the floors. The article was so positive about it, that it stuck with me. Tung oil seals wood differently than polyurethane. It's not a layer on top of the wood, it's an oil that sinks into the wood and hardens the wood. Tung oil is also a more natural product than polyurethane, which is of course right up my ally. But what really sold me was how easy that article said it was to fix scratches.

Living with four children in a house full of hardwood floor, scratches are going to happen. And when polyurethane is scratched, you can't fix it until you refinish the entire floor. With a tung oil finish, you can spot treat. Jeremy is very particular about keeping things nice, and I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but I didn't want to live in a house that I had to constantly yell at the kids about. So I was sold on the tung oil, but I had to convince Jeremy.


I read the first article so long ago that I didn't remember where it was, so I had to go to the Google for some help. A video from the Real Milk Paint Co. popped up in my search. Thank goodness too, because videos go a lot further in convincing Jeremy than articles do. He watched it once, was convinced, and we ordered the solution from Real Milk Paint Co. (But we actually found it on Amazon so we got free shipping.) We ordered two gallons of the Dark Half so that we wouldn't have to worry about staining the floor.



It was super easy to put this stuff down. I vacuumed the room, walls, and trim beforehand because the sanding dust was everywhere. And I put up some tape on the bottom of the walls to keep it from getting on the walls. Jeremy bought a foam roller, and then we went to town. We just rolled it on and brushed it along the walls. We put the first coat down, then waited for about 40 minutes before doing the next. Jeremy ruined a pair of his socks. After another 40 minutes, we used an old t-shirt (and Jeremy's socks) to wipe up the excess. The first coat took a lot of the solution, and the second coat finished off the first gallon.



We gave those two coats a day to dry, and then did two more coats. Those two coats didn't use up the second gallon, so the first coat takes a lot but the subsequent coats take less and less. After the second coat, we waited about 40 minutes and wiped up any excess with an old t-shirt. Now we just wait. We can start moving furniture onto it in a week.


It's beautiful. But it is a little redder than I was hoping for. Not enough to make me want to change it. If I had time to test a patch, I probably would have done something a little different, but I think it will be fine especially when the rest of the house is done. The original floors are very brown, and that makes the new finish look even redder.

It's something I can live with, though, just because they really are beautiful. Now we need to get some quarter round for the floor trim, touch up a few spots, and this room will be done!


We are in a mess!


Ohmygoodnesswhatwerewethinking!??!?!

HOWTHEHECKAREWEGOINGTOLIVEINTHISMESS?!?!

Ok, so it's not really that bad, but the feelings of overwhelm hit me every once in a while (daily) (alright, hourly) and I get a little freaked out.

This is ok. Or so I tell myself.

I haven't had anything finished yet to post another update, because we've got so many pans in the fire, so to speak. Which means we just have a bunch of messes all over the place. (Plus the computer got a virus and we had to recover the whole thing which means I need to spend hours getting all my files and pictures and what-not on it. Again.) But we have gotten our whole house water filtration system in and running, so that is one thing. I should write about that because it is pretty awesome.


The master bathroom was put on hold while Jeremy did the water system, and now he's working on the barn and fencing. So the bathroom has to wait.

I hate waiting. I don't know how the bathroom feels about it.

The master bedroom is also kind of paused. We're working on re-hanging all the doors. We took them down, painted the doors, and stripped all the paint off the hinges. They look much better now. We also did get the rest of the doorway cut out, and the new door trim installed, and have hung that door up. So that's sort of done. I still need to touch up the paint...


Right now, the kids and I are cleaning up the house, again, to get moved in. We've moved the entire school room over, except for this junk. (What is all of that? Where did it come from? Can I just leave it here?)


The only rooms left to clean at the new house are the kitchen and bathrooms.

I'm avoiding this like the plague.

The kitchen is so dirty, and the bathrooms...ugh. I've got to man-up and just go do it. Right now Jeremy is fighting a losing war against the many mice who have taken up residence in our home. He keeps leaving out traps, they keep eating the peanut butter and not getting caught. So there is mouse and rat droppings everywhere. And I just can't even.

Of course, the underside of the house is open to the rest of the house so just about anything could move right in. As my Mom keeps reminding me. She's worried a snake will move in. But I kind of wonder if a snake moved in, would that take care of the mice problem? Just trying to look at things optimistically.

(My Mom would most likely like to point out that we would then have a snake problem.)

Now that most of my books are moved over there, I'm itching to get over there too. I'm just hoping the kitchen will magically clean itself.


So that's where we are right now. In between two houses, both of which are a mess. We're moving, and I keep telling the kids, this is the last time we'll ever have to move. Thanks be to the Lord.


The Master Bedroom's Walls


We are slowly making progress on the master bedroom. The master bathroom still looks like a gutted room. But I have to trust Jeremy because this is how he works. He takes forever to figure out how to do something, and then finally does it really quickly.

The Master Bedroom's Ceiling


So while Jeremy has been taking apart the mudroom/bathroom, I've been slowly plugging away at our bedroom. I'm finally on the other side of the messiness, and it's starting to clean up a little. (And then I find one more thing to caulk!)


Bathroom Plans



The fun part of putting in a new bathroom is the decorating. Also, this is stressful. Especially when two people are decorating who have drastically different tastes. I love Jeremy, and he is very, very good at balancing me out, but we do not have the same taste in decor at all.

This is both good for us and hard for us. It teaches us to compromise and well, then we actually have to compromise.


Still Demolishing


So "Demo Day" is misleading. It's more like Demo Weeks. And the Fixer Upper show just shows the fun parts, the boys have been pretty appalled at the mess that they have to clean up after the fun.

But, boy, have they had fun during the demo.

First Demo Days


We worked on our new old house last weekend! Let me tell you, this house remodel is going to help our marriage in BIG ways. At least, that's what I'm hoping. Because the decisions we have to make together are LIFE THREATENING. Like, what color to paint the wainscoting that we are possibly going to put up in the new bathroom.

Compromise is tough, y'all.

The Floor Plans


I started writing about the things we got done this weekend on the house, but I realized I needed to share the plans first so you can see where I'm going. We've got a lot to do! (Here's the news about our new homestead, in case you missed it!)

The New Homestead



Y'all. It's been a weird year for us. I mean, on the first day of school, I had an appendectomy. That same week, our van died. A week later, we had to buy a new van that actually works and we love. A few weeks later Gideon had a tonsillectomy. Then a couple weeks after that, our goats were savagely attacked and two were killed. This all happened (and more) in the first two months of 2017. I was really getting worried about how the rest of the year was going to turn out.

It's been a little rough.

Having Fun in an Angry World



Facebook was something else in 2016! I watched in fascination. It's been awful, ugly, and raw.

Having fun instead


In other news, I started playing soccer on Sundays with a group of women that I don't know. For the first game, we all timidly came to the field, hoping that we could play again like we used to. Some brought their babies and husbands, some snuck away from home leaving their families to fend for themselves for an hour or two.

Forming a Food Community

It's all well and good to talk about eating good foods, right? We also need to do something about it. We need to actually start eating those good foods.



Understanding Fertility

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When Jeremy and I got married, I was on birth control. You know, the kind that wreaks havoc on your hormones and emotions and body. I was on it for about 10 months before Jeremy and I decided it wasn't working for us.

God Food, Good Food

I am, have been, and will be, trying to define our diet. I hesitate to even name it because I'm leaning toward calling it food. But perhaps that's not so well defined these days? Especially when you look at all the available diets.



Adjustments

The blog has been kind of quiet lately, although I'm sure nobody has noticed. But we've been adjusting; I guess that's the word. Life throws adjustments at you, and you gotta take the time to adjust!

Cake Stand Cake

Make sure you check out the bottom of this post to find out how you can make amazing cakes too!


Y'all. I did it.



Garden Eating ~ Eowyn's Scrambled Eggs

Eowyn is usually left inside with the two littles while Gideon and I head outside to milk the goats. Sometimes, she'll decide to make some breakfast. She likes cooking, and the littles will watch a Puffin Rock or Sarah and Duck on Netflix. Usually, it's simple. Like oatmeal, or boiled eggs. But then the other day, I told her she could make some scrambled eggs with onions and spinach from the garden. She loved this idea!



Simplifying House Chores

Chores outside are fun, and everyone in my house fights over who gets to do them, but indoor chores are not met with the same enthusiasm. Mostly because there aren't any crazy chickens trying to land on your shoulders while you're making the bed.



The Day Between



Being Real Goes Both Ways

Every once in a while, I get a wild hair to write about something that weighs on my heart. It doesn't happen often, but it is nice to have an outlet to let the words go out into the world. This is one of those times, so if you only come for the homesteading news, bear with me!


How to Use Cloth Diapers like Your Life Doesn't Depend on It

Sorry, that's a really long title there, but there are several things I want to cover in this post, and that kind of encompasses all of them. Let's begin!