Jul 28, 2011

THe finished downstairs main bathroom

 

 

 

right down to the custom toilet handle.....
16 inch varigated slate....
spectrus granite...not only slab, but backsplash, window sill and sill bib....
undermount sink...
went with brushed nickle...and since the rest of the house is in oil rubbed bronze...teh doornobs are nickle on the inside, and bronze on the outside ;-) tee hee
custom paint. no regrets.
stupid custom toilet too....

No regrets...we loved how it turned out....
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Remember this?

 

 

 

jsut wait, the after part is coming soon.....OHHH I'm stoked!
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Jul 23, 2011

Dickinson Kids on a Hot Day

 
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The Pool

 

We got a lil pool....
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Aunt Mary and 3 girls at the Zoo.

 
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The Boise Zoo.

 

Rockwell 8 mos
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Jul 22, 2011

I pray.....

 

...that I will never forget how sweet those lil faces are. Our lives are so full of joy, and blessings...sometimes its hard to keep a dry eye when I ponder it. We forget so much as time goes on, I just never want to forget....

..the way Emma can't say her R's..and she's 5. The way she gets hyper, but she'll bounce around, get RIGHT in your face, and say "I LOVE YOU MOM". I never want to forget the incredibly sweet prayers she gives....there is NOTHING like a prayer from Emma. "Bless everyone in the whole world, that they will use their manners and be good, that they can be kind and polite. Bless them that they will follow Jesus's Plan".

...the way Hailey loves the accedemics, and I can often find her nose in a book. The way she's my right hand man. That she still wants to hold my hand when we walk and snuggle in the mornings.

......the way Abby holds on when you pick her up and its the best hug you think you've ever had. The way she blows me kisses as I leave her room from tucking her in....each and every night. The way she LIGHTS up when I poke my head in her room in the mornings. "I yuv you Mama".....at random, just to be sweet.

...........the way Rockwell would be lost without his Mom. The way he looks at me with complete recognition and love. The way he squeaks in happiness. I never want to forget how tender and snuggly he is, or how he loves his blankies.

Not in my wildest dream could I immagine we'd ever be so blessed.....
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Jul 21, 2011