Our new home
BreAnna was nice enough to do our walk-through in the home we will be renting in Clearfield. Thanks, Bre! As a direct result, we are able to share some down-right rib-ticklin' fun pictures. Seriously though, you'll probably die these pictures are so cool.
Here's our front entryway. Magnificent, no? The signage above the door states emphatically, "Life is a journey, fueled by imagination". It's a shame, because whomever designed that house had no imagination whatsoever. Just wait and you'll see. Oh, you'll see.
Here we have a shot of the entryway from the formal living room's point of view. Stairs... Frankly, Ethan and Joshua haven't really been exposed to stairs in any sort of prolonged period. Sure, they've taken a flight or two at various locales, but nothing this long-term.
And if you were the staircase, you'd have this vantage of the formal living room. Sad thing is, we don't really have any furniture to put there yet, but perhaps one day. The dude in the yellow is Ryan the property manager. BreAnna tells me he's a Virgo. Didn't see that coming.
What we've got here is the kitchen/dining area. Mostly, we're happy to have more than two cupboards, a less than middle aged dishwasher, a full sized microwave (maybe now the popcorn will turn and pop evenly!), and (here's the kicker) water from the fridge! Yes, we've stepped out of our time warp and entered the current era of water dispensing refrigerators. Such a luxury we've never been privvy to. What's next? A toaster that dispenses tacos?
A shot from the family room into the kitchen/dining/formal living room. "Will," you're probably thinking, "I'm no designer, but it all looks good to me so far." How brightfully apt. Yes, thusfar the house is... shall we say, pleasant. Well, if you turn 180 degrees you'll notice that included in the house is a teleportation device and that you've stumbled into the ol' mexican riviera.
Can't see it too well here, but stashed in the corner of the family room is a blast from the "Three Amigo's" past. That's what it reminds me of, anyways. A faux adobe lookin' fireplace/monster cubby. "El Guapo. Arive avion!" "There's the German now... right on time."
If you need to relieve yourself of the much dispensed fridge water whilst downstairs you'll have to pass through another time-space continuum vortex which will take you to your very own Barbie Mansion Commode. Complete with pink walls.
Challene still bares the wrinkled brow since first seeing this bathroom.
This I can't think of anything spiteful to say about. Frankly, it's a walk-in closet. It has cubbies. Oh, what could we fill the cubbies with? Shoes, sweaters, socks, hats, scented soaps, adorable nik-naks that no one will see, gummies? Mmmm... only thing better than fresh gummies is stashed gummies that no one else knows about. The possibilities are endless.
Ah, the yellow room. Complete with pink flowers and purple butterflies. How adorable. We're going to make this a play room for the boys and their friends. I'm thinking we'll paint over the flowers and butterflies. That or else we'll turn them into monster butterflies and flowers with attitudes that just wont quit.
This is the boys' new bathroom. It will be nice not to take a shower with bath toys all over the place. I've stepped on a few too many sharp cornered duckies in my day. My girlish screams wake the kids everytime. I will miss the yellow shower, though. Yeah, I said it, I like yellow showers, but not yellow bedrooms!
The blue room. This will be Ethan and Joshua's bedroom. Nuf said.
Again. It's blue and it's a room.
With all the talk of how "green" Portland is, you never really see many green lawns. Why? Well, we are sort of in a drought... ish. And no one has a sprinkling system since it bloody rains nearly every other day here. This photo above was a delightful breath of fresh air. Green grass, and a sprinkling system. Plus, we might not have to tend the lawns. That would be nice. Especially since we haven't a mower with which to mow. The back is fully fenced so we plan on throwing the boys out there for untold amounts of time. Don't tell DHS!
Well, I was on my way to bed when Challene, fresh from a wonderful "girls night out", called out for me, "Will you please blog about our house tonight?" Grumbling and groggy at the same time I relented. You may have noticed an air of malcontent within the prose that is my blog. Please. That was mostly to make Challene mad. And to make her regret asking me to blog about this at 12:10 a.m. Friday night. You see, while she was galavanting around the greater Portland metropolitan area I was stuck at home with the kids (for the 3rd time this week, I might add). It's like she expects me to be....a.....parent to my kids! Sheesh!
But in all seriousness (possible?) we are extremely excited about our house. We are pleased that we signed the lease today and can't wait to get moved and settled!
