Filling the Albert Hall

Awhile ago, we began the task of rewiring our home. We have aluminum wire in our house and while it's stood the test of time and has been fine, Ryan insisted that he wanted to replace all the wire with copper - a pricey and time consuming job (they realized AFTER they wired thousands of houses with aluminum wire that it's a lot more likely to expand and contract causing loose wires which could cause potential electrical fires). So, we began the process over a year ago starting with the top floor of our home - running all the wires to a sub panel in what was once our 'spare room'.

This involved fishing wires down walls, which in some cases meant cutting holes in the walls to wiggle wires to where they needed to be. In addition, most of the outlets on our exterior walls were under windows - which you can't access from the attic, so those receptacles needed to be moved to new locations. Finally, as we're replacing all the wiring, we're installing new hard-wired fixtures (ceiling fans, vanity lights, etc) through the house, which (you guessed it) typically means more holes. Basically I told Ryan to cut all the holes he needed to now, because once we began patching and painting, I didn't want another hole in our house! Period.

So now, here we are over a year later... with a little Liam on the way and what was once a guest room is now going to be a nursery. Thus, putting the project on a dead line! A week or so ago, Ryan finally put most of the finishing touches on the electrical work on our second floor - and now that all of that cutting and fishing and wiring is done, it's time to clean up the mess. We've had Ryan's dad here on and off for the past week or so covering holes, spackling and in general repairing the face of our home.

Perhaps the most exciting part of this whole project is that once this part is done, the fun part comes. We can finally start painting, decorating and organizing the nursery for this little bundle in my belly. It's safe to say that I'm getting the itch. The itch that tells me that our baby is due way too soon and I feel as though we have nothing ready for him. Our crib is not in, the walls are not painted, the clothes aren't hung up neatly in the closet. But I know that once the paint gets on the walls, it's only a short amount of time before everything else falls into place... so I'm breathing a sigh of relief. By the beginning of next month I imagine things will look a whole lot better!