We've been planning to renovate our crumbling disco-era bathroom since we moved in fourteen years ago. A few years later we got rid of Ethan's potty chair and realized we needed a second bathroom. My concerted efforts to win the lottery, train Bailey and Kahlua to tunnel under the floor into a bank, or persuade Jennifer to become a hedge fund manager have all been unsuccessful.
But I'm happy to announce that our living room now looks like this:
This is our bedroom, from two angles:
That gaping bare spot in the picture below was Jennifer's closet. It's going to be our new Barbie-sized second bathroom.
And on the other side of the wall is...our existing bathroom.
And here's where we're living for the next thirty days: the studio apartment next door, with all of our furniture and dogs and kids crammed in. It's like living in a one-room tenement owned by Gustav Stickley.
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