While this time period looks like it's all about the house, we were also dealing with some tough challenges with a few children. Julia, from the minute she came home, did NOT sleep. I was pregnant and we were working harder than we ever had in our lives and we did several hours of crying each and every night. That was rough. Beyond that, we had a child that we had to seek serious help for and it took hours and hours away from the house each week. It was all pretty bad timing, but no sensible person would plan several adoptions and a house building around a pregnancy and a crisis. While these pictures actually bring back a flood of happy memories, it's not a year that I long to repeat.
While we were building, other things still had to be done; like lots of barn and fence painting. We do pay our kids when they do large jobs like painting.
|We didn't let Gabriel paint the upper floor, so it was four years later when the paint job actually got completed.|
|Alei painting the goat fence|
|James and Tori|
Of course, we could always count on the mud; it was a constant.
The Geothermal lines were each 500 to 600 feet long and there are 10 to 12 of them, (I've lost track).
Finally we had the foundation ready and the basement walls were craned in. After JD's research, he strongly preferred them to poured walls.
Once the walls were set, the Geothermal lines had to be installed.
These red lines are what the warm water runs through, which means our concrete basement floors are warm in the winter.
Our upstairs was modular; ordered from a builder in Knoxville, TN. We have been very happy with them. I believe our house was the largest the company had ever built at that point and between that and our family size, they wanted to do a write up about us in their company newsletter.
What made me nervous was the parts of houses trucked in and parked all over. I feared a UPS truck would take a corner too fast and run into a section; I could only imagine the time set back that would have been!
One fine day in April or May of 2008, they craned the house together. It was a beautiful day and we were all so excited!
After it was put together, they raised the roof.
At the end of that day, we had a house instead of just a basement!
Of course, there was a ton of work left before we could move in, including all the Geothermal lines that had to be installed in the floor of the upstairs. At that point, we accepted anyone who was willing to help! I was not interested in moving in at the end of July without working AC.
|My dad helping JD|
|Men from church helping|
|Even Tori was in the work party at this point - after all, she was 3.5 by now!|
|Julia - almost 2 and Tori - 3.5|
That left the packing to the kids and me, never mind that I was over 8 months pregnant by this point and had "helpers" that were two and three!
JD worked in "the engine room" - that is where all the magic of the heat, cooling and solar panels come together -
|We are all scared of the engine room - other than JD. It's like a space capsule in there.|
Every morning, I drug my 9 month pregnant self to the pool while she and Alei (who foolishly decided to not swim that year and still talks about how hard Crissy worked her)worked absolute magic! One day I came home and Elijah had a bed built on my bedroom wall.
Unfortunately, Crissy had to go home before Elijah made his entrance into the world, but I was in a much better place than I could have ever been on my own.
This is a picture taken either the day before I had Elijah or that very morning. He came a week early, which I'm pretty sure had something to do with all the work (or my chasing a bus six blocks in NYC the one weekend that JD and I took a break from it all and flew to NYC for the weekend.)
Welcome Elijah David - you were born into craziness!
And here was your welcoming party. Elijah was born on Julia's 2nd birthday. Since we celebrated her birthday early while Crissy was here to whip up the cake, I thought she wouldn't understand that it was actually her birthday. She arrived at the hospital with all her sassiness, however, and immediately asked, "where is my birthday boy?"
|Gabriel was our oldest at 16.5 in this picture|