Or down, rather. We've been working on transforming the basement bedroom from Nate's office/collectibles room to a real bedroom for Michael. He moved in a couple days ago. I think he's going to like having more space and a bathroom to himself.
Ugh, painting...we hate painting. Nate redid the trim too. But it's done and looks pretty good. Nate made the shelves when he was a teenager. To his chagrin, the Star Wars action figures & sets that previously decorated them have been relegated to the closet to make way for Lego Technic etc. It's the first time since '99 that there haven't been Transformers or Storm Troopers or sports cards actively displayed somewhere in our home. Poor Nate. I can't say there isn't a piece of me that's giddy, but I won't gloat. They are not
really gone. Just like herpes, they merely lie dormant. The kids will move out eventually, and then I bet the Empire Strikes Back.
Last week I went to an awards ceremony at Michael's middle school where lots of kids were honored for various things. He and 15 other kids received an award because their
History Day In MN projects went to regionals. He created a website about how the automobile revolutionized society. No one from his school advanced from there, but it was cool anyway.
And he got braces last week! We're metal mouth buddies now. The school year is winding down, too. Thursday is the last day. Yay, no homework for 3 months!
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