We've had some late nights at home this week, as we try to squeeze out every last drop of each day. Our new home is coming together so nicely and I'm happy to report everything is going along smoooothly. I can even say that we continue to love everything about it so far. (Thank you, Craig!)
Since we live so close (in country terms) to the building site, we decided to all ride our bikes up the hill the other night, rather than drive. The boys have been doing odd jobs around the site like picking up nails and hauling rocks that show up in the field, to keep it clear for next year's crops.
The basement is now all framed out, and most of the main floor. The framers have just begun work on the upstairs, and we should start seeing that come together later this week.
Main floor, front of house (minus the porch).
Dining room side (minus porch).
Back of the house, main floor.
And because he's a future rockstar, Micah's been rockin' the house.
Remember the last time you saw the basement? It's looking a lot further along now, isn't it? We're excited about the area to the right. The floor is lower there than the other rooms in the basement and will serve as an indoor skateboarding area for the boys. Getting the ceiling and floors just right down there was quite an engineering challenge, but I'm so glad we did it. It's going to be a lot of fun for the family.
Here's another view down into the skate area. And see the red tubes in the mechanical room? Those are the radiant heat tubes from the floors in the basement. Eventually, each floor of the house will have the same treatment applied and then the whole system will be ready to be connected together.
I think the living room is Colin's favorite part of the house because it looks out onto his favorite view in the world: Mount Spokane. I tease him that all he'll have to do in the morning is look out the window at chair 2 and see if he likes the conditions for snowboarding that day. (I'll look out and see if I'm going to want hot cocoa or not. hee hee).
He's a keeper, that one. As we were riding home and I was gasping for air while peddling my little heart out, along comes that Ironman, riding one-handed. On. A. Super. Monster. Of. A. Hill. And of course, he wasn't even breathing hard. Next thing I know, he's pushing me up the hill with his other hand, while still riding his bike. He's my hero.
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