Monson Fonsons

Monson Fonsons

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Three Years of Crazy

Since the holidays are not hectic enough, we usually like to throw a wrench in things and try to come up with some huge projects to do in the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving and Christmas. You know, since dust, messes, holes, and the rearrangement of household furniture are such key contributors to the spirit of the season.

So, this year, if you are getting anxiety about hosting parties, or decorating, or getting your Christmas shopping done, hop on over to this blog and you just might feel better about the things that you do (and do not) have going on at your place of residence this time of year.

November 2012:




In 2012, when we first moved into this house, we were still finishing up the room that 
would be Savanna's, framing the closet and assembling the bunk bed. (For your
 information, this and all future usages of the word "we," actually mean, "Just Craig.") 

November 2013:



In 2013, we were disassembling that very same bunk bed and moving it into Alexa's room because the older two girls had decided that they wanted to share a room again. (Aside from the inherent messes, this room sharing business of Julia and Savanna's is pretty much the best arrangement ever.) 


November 2014:





Now, in 2014, it's the backyard. We are making progress, but it's slow going since Mr. Project Doer only has time to work on it some Saturdays and maybe an hour or two in the mornings before work.

Maybe this time next year we will just decorate and Christmas shop like other folks without the added excitement of a garage half-full of building materials and a constant stream of mud and dirt into the house.

There now, don't you feel better?

2 comments:

  1. I think the holidays maybe induce a feeling close to nesting. The week before Thanksgiving last year was when I finally decided to re-do my entire basement. This year, I want to paint my counters. Don't worry, there's no way I have time for that...but I totally want to.

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