Home ownership is a real treat. Like when things break. And you have to pay to fix them. Or get your hammer out and pretend you know what you’re doing and break things even worse.
Not that I’d ever do that.
A couple of years ago our concrete steps started to crumble. And yes, we’ve been living with them like that. For two years. It has been kind of exciting actually. Everyday that you’d step out onto them you didn’t know if that would be the time they’d finally just give way completely. A real adventure right outside my own front door!
As fun as the steps have been, we decided that being pregnant is adventure enough without the thrill of knowing the house could kill us any day now. So we decided new front steps were in order.
Now, I can’t build anything. Sometimes even Lincoln Logs were a challenge for me. So that’s the kind of skill I’m working with here. Ryan is actually pretty handy, but building front steps on his own was a bit daunting. So we put our heads together and decided we’d have to convince someone to come help us.
Enter Ryan’s parents. Who build houses and whatnot in their free time. I’m not kidding. So while they were here this weekend for a visit, they finally put our old steps out of their misery:
And gave us these instead:
(i feel like maybe these are an improvement)
We still have to paint or stain them, but just look at them. Those things aren’t going to kill me anytime soon. Though, I do think I’ll need to find a new adventure. Like finally cleaning out the crisper drawer in the fridge. You haven’t seen it. But trust me. The prospect of cleaning that out is more daunting than planning a climb up Everest.
I didn’t even know carrots could liquefy in such a grotesque manner.
Here’s my favorite gnome to help get that mental picture out of your head: