The first years included some renovations taken on with reckless abandon. Luckily we both had a sense of humour, and were still able to drink hard liquor.
For starters, understand that we didn't take pictures of our early --hmm... I am cautious to call them home improvement projects... But I have found old shots around the house and yard that can help with the details in some cases.
For example - in this shot, which I have posted before, you can see there were striped aluminum awnings on the front and sides of the house.
These were to be removed.
With no knowledge of how they were attached, how to take them down - or what to do with them after.. we forcefully ripped them off the house.
My ever-round wife only able to call out advice from a safe distance.
We stood scratching our heads at the holes, and old caulk left behind. And after some requisite scratching and staring - we just walked away.
Later that spring we 'fixed' the problem by painting the door and hanging some planters.
There. Ok. Moving on.
Inside the house the nesting seemed complete with the nursery ready to go, with a crib and changing table and handmade bumpers.
By the time Ferris arrived we had finally covered the unfinished wood in the living room with a new area rug.
Another great fix. It kept us from getting splinters in our feet and gave us a place to play with the new baby.
But while it was a nice rug - the dark blue was hard to keep looking good. I spent much of that summer vacuuming.
This turned out not to be a long term problem because soon after Ferris began crawling my safety-conscience wife had us install new carpeting including the stairs. This turned out to be a wise idea. As Ferris was a rather active lad during the learning to crawl, walk, fall and bounce years.
What I didn't know of course was just how often we would redecorate.
Rugs installed, and ripped out. Wallpaper applied and removed. Paint colors changed like the seasons, we've had more sofas than most, and learned to not only set tile - but take it up as well... but I am getting ahead of myself.
I have much to cover - like where did she find that sledge hammer, and who else moves doors and windows like they are furniture....