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Just because I'm so proud of myself when I save us money buying something we need--

Breakdown of project cost:

Dresser (from D.I.) -- $25
Paint -- $14 (broken down, this is two cans of water-based primer spray paint and one can of water-based latex paint)
Sandpaper -- $6 (got two kinds)
Borrowed sander from Bishop -- Free (actually, who knows, this COULD be costing me in my afterlife days...ha...ha...just...kidding)
Dresser knobs -- $20 ish

Total -- $65
For a functioning dresser. (I won't say fully functional, because a couple of the drawers are kind of funky. But still. A steal.)

Another before & after: Savvy's dresser, at long last....

In September of 2009--yes, 2009--I bought the dresser from D.I. that was going to become a cute dresser for Savvy....I had to search through the archives like crazy to find the folder with the before picture! Nevertheless, it is done now, and for those of you who didn't see it on Facebook, I'm posting pics here. Next up I have a little mid-century-modern dresser (little, as in it's going to go in my entryway) from D.I.! I'll be staining it (my first time staining anything other than a dishtowel...with food...?) and spray-painting the drawer handles. Wish me luck!

So here's the before, complete with somewhat outdated handles (I guess), a cracked, water-damaged top, and little nests of sawdust and who knows what else inside. I bought it with all drawers included, just took this picture midway through my project.

And....TA-DA! The After! Don't look too closely or you'll see just how much of a novice I am at painting! I had to fill and sand down the holes in each drawer, then drill new holes for the new knobs. That was probably the hardest part of the whole thing, not too bad--except for today, when Savvy painted the garage floor....thankfully it was water-based latex paint and came off easy.

Boy eloquence

Today Reed was bored, and eventually dejected, when our day was yielding nothing exciting. (What can I say? Jaxon and I had the stomach flu yesterday; today was a day of purposeful laziness.)

Finally he was literally bored to tears, though we had offered numerous options for entertainment, so I cuddled him on the couch and read to him for a little bit. After a while, he was peaceful and happy, and I said,

"See? Even though we don't have something exciting planned for every day, I'm here, and I'll always cuddle you or maybe even read to you."

He said, "Yeah. Except when you die."

Me: "Well, but I'm alive and will be for a long, long time..."

Reed: "Maybe I would jump in your grave."

Then he hugged me ferociously, a giant smile on his face, his eyes screwed shut.

Though this may sound morbid to the everyday observer, in Boy Language, this is a proclamation of love, plain and straightforward. More eloquently put, he might have said, "I can't imagine life without you."

Plain and straightforward, I can't imagine my life without him, either.