Primed And Ready

Friday Aug 18th –

 

 

The mom and sis were town bound, meaning I was left on little person duty for a while 😏😜

After stuffing them with butter and salt covered noodles, the miniest one went for a nap and I decided to be the awesome aunt and allow a movie for the less mini one 😜

Such a win win situation, she thinks I’m nice for letting her see a movie and I got quiet time to read/relax beside her πŸ˜πŸ‘πŸ»

The guys were at our place, mudding and sanding away (where else would they be πŸ’πŸ») but they returned when the mom and sister did, since they’d brought back Chinese food for lunch🍲

The afternoon brought Bob with it as well, as he had returned from work to spend the weekend with the fam ☺️

Saturday Aug 19th –

 

Mike and I got up and enjoyed coffee and stroopwafels (which are now a daily food item since our basement if full of themπŸ˜‰).

 

 

After Uncle Mike read a couple of books to the early rising Little, we left at 8:30 and began the process of de-dusting the house, which we knew would be no small feat 😬

 

Reinforcements came around 11:00 and the dust started flying.
Truly 😷

 

     Sanding rough spots, walls and ceilings    brushed off, floors swept, vacuumed and mopped, windows, shower and plug-ins taped off and sprayer prepared.

 

It was a busy few hours but come 1:30, the first coat of primer was covering our upstairs and main level πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ’―

 

 

Mom, Dad and the sprouts had come over somewhere in the midst of it all and Bob the logger took care of the large, drooping branch that was taking up a large chunk of the kitchen windows view 😏

 

Bon Bon and the sprouts assisted in loading up the remains πŸ˜‰

 

Lunch was chicken strips, which some made into burgers and then a large pot of recovery coffee was brewed.

 

Mike had to go into town for supplies and the bro and I went over to the house to work on patching the last of the nicks and dents that the primer had made visible.

Finally after that, was I allowed to go home and shower and once again I had brown hair and not premature grey 😜

I planted up the mini pot I had made for Alaina, which she painted for herself, though I approve of the colors she picked πŸ˜‰

 

The sister had made a fabulous turtle cheesecake which we all, happily dug into that evening.

 

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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