An update

The kitchen remodel is finally done! OK, it was actually done like a month ago but I've been too lazy to post about it. I've been far too busy doing important things like eating ice cream and watching my midsection expand at a rapid rate. 

So here's the before (these pictures were taken the night before we started the remodel while I was making burritos and Butch was packing everything up, so just know that this level of clutter was not the norm):

I kind of miss the plate wall already:

And now the after (most of these are a little dark but you get the idea): 

Close-up of the penny tile backsplash (so glad I went with this instead of the subway tile I was originally considering. I like the texture and bit of whimsy that it adds to the place):

I love this island:

I am beyond thrilled with the finished product, even though getting there was a bit more of a rough road than either Mike or I had anticipated. One that involved dealing with inept cabinet builders, fixing grout that kept hazing over on us, and living in a total state of clutter for a month. Not to mention the insane pregnancy hormones that really kept life interesting. I think the low point was me sobbing my eyes out in an Arby's bathroom because I was convinced we would never find countertops I liked. True story. And Mike deserves a gold medal for dealing with it all.


But now that everything is finished both Butch and I are in a constant state of euphoria over things like wiping down our counters in one sweeping motion instead of scrubbing at nasty grout lines, or being able to actually keep all our food and cooking supplies in the kitchen instead of having to stash them in the linen closet. Now we just need to replace our ancient dining room furniture and the transformation will be complete. 

And here's an update on our second major project (aka Baby Butch):

I hit 37 weeks on Sunday (full term!) and posted this photo on Instagram* to commemorate the occasion. So far the little tyke seems to be cooking along quite nicely, and, as my doctor likes to remind me with each visit, he could now arrive at ANY TIME. But I'm not really banking on it. If our boy takes after his parents at all, my guess is that he will show up fashionably late. I'm cool with that, but my swollen ankles aren't. 

*Yes, I upgraded to a smart phone. And have now become one of those obnoxious people that thinks Instagram is the greatest thing since sliced bread. If you want to follow me my user name is dashacassity (original, no?) My profile is private but as long as you aren't a random creep I will totally add you. Promise. And if you're on Instagram you should leave your user name in the comments so I can follow you. I need more fun photos to look at.