We're feeling a bit displaced around here this week. Scott and I have lived together for twelve years and until now, never undertaken any kind of renovations on the houses we've lived in. But after three years in our 1885 built terrace, we decided it definitely needed a facelift in certain areas. So I chose the two areas that need the most TLC... and they just happen to be my favourite spots too. I can't wait until our kitchen and backyard are complete. Living amongst permanent mess and boxes packed with almost the entire contents of the kitchen, gets a tad old after a few days. But I can't complain, as my wonderful brother and his crew are doing it all and it's really nice actually knowing the tradies wandering around my home.
Aside from existing under a thick blanket of dust, this week we've also kept pretty busy. Getting out of the house early and returning home as the guys are about to head off. With two curious boys poking around tools and wires, it seems to be the most logical plan. On the way home from preschool on Tues, the boys joined Angus' friend Will and his little sister on a tour of our local fire station. It's been years since Angus sat in the fire truck, so long he couldn't even remember doing it. I think he'll remember this time though. Being doted on by the lovely firefighters and enjoying a real hands-on experience with the truck lights AND the big hose. Impossible not to love the fireies.