squeaky floors and babies

Wait, what do squeaky floors have to do with babies? Generally nothing, but this isn't "generally," this is my life :) Our house has 2 bathrooms, one in our basement that you have to walk through the laundry/utility room to get to. The other is upstairs and off the main hall but ALSO attached to the master bedroom with a pocket door. Both worked awkwardly as a main bathroom for the house, and we weren't very happy with that. Joe was especially unhappy one day with the pocket door that led to our bedroom and he broke it (whoops). We were BOTH getting CRAZILY unhappy with the attached bathroom because the floor was getting SO LOUD and SQUEAKY it was almost worth going downstairs in the middle of the night to use the other non-squeaky bathroom because we were (or I was) deathly afraid of waking up Patrick. And that's just ridiculous. The longer we've lived here the louder and larger the squeak has gotten until finally it didn't matter WHERE you placed your lightly-treading foot, the was a giant CREEEEEAAAAAAK from the floor. Suddenly that bathroom got launched to the top of our "To Do" remodel list... and with perfect timing!

Here's where babies come in: on Friday we received a nice check in the mail from my OBGYN, a refund of all the money we'd paid for my visits and ultrasounds for Eli. Just the way it worked out, the doctor's office didn't file any of their claims until the final claim - the hospital bill from having the baby - so I just had to pay as we went and wait until Eli came so the insurance could get their paperwork. Once they got it, though, we'd already met our deductible thanks (or no thanks) to my heparin, so we got all our money back! So Friday night Joe ripped up the ugly faux-wood linoleum and screwed the sub floor back to the joists, so we had NO MORE SQUEAKS! Then Saturday we got busy - ripped out the pocket door, removed the oddly-placed wood medicine cabinet (yuck), took down the giant stained mirror, took out the 70's-style wood towel bars, re-framed the wall, hung drywall, took out the vanity, took out the toilet, broke the toilet (oops), laid new floor (that was all me!), bought a pedestal sink, and got all the doo-dads we need to finish the job. We started with this: And now we've got this: It'll be a busy week, but by next weekend we should have a whole new bath! That giant square recess in the wall is for open shelves, it'll be pretty freakin' sweet, just you wait.