Demolition Derby.

Well, I no longer have anything resembling a kitchen. I have an empty room that smells like an old basement!

We've hit our first little snafus of home renovation - the cabinets for the window side of the kitchen are measured to go to the ceiling, because he'd hoped we could take the soffit out. It's a load bearing beam, so no go on that (the good news is we can have the boxes for those cabinets made before the appliances go in, and then can wait on the doors. So at least I'll be able to unpack my dishes in a timely manner.)

This morning was plumbing time, and we are pulling all of the plumbing out of the slab and into the ceilings. That's going to be quite a bit of work, but it's worth the additional time and cost to avoid having a slab leak in five or ten years (or ever, really.) No point in redoing the kitchen so that we can someday rip up the floors to get to a leak.

But the new gas line is in!

And actually, the place is not as dusty as I thought it would be. The sliding glass door made a perfect entrance and exit for demo day, because they could just take all of the junk straight to the truck or the garage, without having to come through the house. Plus the main demo guy was "no dust George."

Ellie has been a trooper about it all so far. I put her down for a nap yesterday and five minutes later they started jack hammering the floor. She is the world's most "persnickety" sleeper, but she slept through it all! And then woke up 90 minutes later because of the garbage truck - what a fart! She is concerned about how it's messy and dirty, but understands that we are getting a new kitchen "just like Mimi!"