sweet little chicken monkey

I'm in love. In love with a younger man. Shocking confession, I know, but I just can't resist his chubby little cheeks and sweet juicy little lips. Part of my heart now lives with him, 800 miles away. Oh my sweet little buby, your aunt sure does love you.

PS: Don't worry if the title makes no sense to you...it probably wouldn't unless you were in the room with my sister and I as we laughed hysterically at our delirious baby nickname ramblings.

kitchen reveal...sort of

Sometimes I think I may be part bear-I can hibernate with the best of them. (My recent months of blogging-or lack thereof-should provide you with evidence of that fact.) But then I think about several other factors-size, teeth, claws, the rather ferocious amount of hair found on bears...and it's pretty clear that I'm not part bear at all.

As for what I've been up to during my recent hibernation period, allow me to lure your back to my little part of the web with a little home update.

If you'll recall, Boyfriend and I had recently taken on a huge project (found here, here, and here). This house. Blah. Blah, blah, blah. My hat's off to all you DIY pros for making it look so easy. It's soooo not. But I didn't start this post to complain to you about the seemingly endless to-do list...I started this post to share some of our progress, however slow it may be. Allow me to take you back...

Our kitchen as we first came to know her. F to the ugly.

Please keep in mind that I did say progress...meaning this project hasn't wrapped. However, it has been improved upon.

Wallpaper is gone, new texture up, fresh white paint on the walls, new color on the cabinets (goodbye ugly polyurethaned wood!), and a general deep cleaning. We still have cabinet doors to install, the ceiling to paint, and the floor to conquer. If I make it through all of that without ripping my hair out or running around like Jason Russell, feel free to congratulate me. With oodels wine. Or gift cards. Love those.