Going through my musical catalog, I almost can’t think of a modern album, certainly not a rock album, that doesn’t have some swearing in its lyrics.  The young dad part of me says that I don’t really care too much about him swearing; he’s going to learn it somewhere, and we can have a discussion about when swearing is appropriate and when it’s not.  But there’s another part of me that knows little kids brains are not like adult brains, and it’s going to be a while before the concepts of tact, polite behavior and situational awareness make any sense at all, and until that time, do I really want a four year old who says fuck?

As usual, there is much house activity at our house.  Big guy and I painted a ceiling last night and plan to paint it again tonight.  This afternoon, little guy and I have the important job of holding a cabinet vigil.  Sometime between two o’clock and six o’clock, the cabinet truck will squeeze its way down our street and the cabinet truck driver will drop off all of our new cabinets.  Our job will be to open the door and point to where the mountain of cabinet boxes should rest.  More painting will ensue (color ideas anyone?) and a cabinet assembly party is slated for this weekend.  I have never attended such a party before but I suspect that it will involve jokes about instruction manual directions, sore fingers, occasional obscenities and possibly pizza.  If all goes according to my wishful thinking, our kitchen will really and truly be well on its way to being a working kitchen by within the next four days.  Soon, the oven, stove, sink will be in proper position (the sink will be in the kitchen!) and a dishwasher (yes! a dishwasher!!) will be on its way.  There is even the possibility that our refrigerator will migrate from the entryway of the house to…the kitchen!  As usual, stay tuned.

Today I live further north along the eastern seaboard.  When I remember to look up from the concrete, evergreens are as likely a sight as flowering deciduous trees.  Yet as of today, cherry blossoms in the kitchen.  No, I didn’t leave out a verb. The cherry that is in our kitchen is decidedly cut.  It now consists of pre-finished four inch tongue and groove planks.  Or something like that.  It is a pale rose with blond ribbons in it.  Before we know it it will be a deep, rich red.  We hope that it will be hard enough to support a family that plans to eat many meals at a table above it.  We hope that it will be soft enough to give our feet and legs a break as we prepare those meals at counters above it.  By tomorrow night it will cover our new subfloor and will have officially made our empty addition space into a space that deserves to be called our new kitchen.  Can you smell the sweet excitement?

Without further ado, two graphics of said layout.  The top-down overhead view.  Scale is in feet.  This was generated with the abominable Ikea Kitchen Planner software.  A drawn out, ranting post on that horrible software may follow at some point.

Here’s the 3d, isometric view.

I’ll see if I can’t post something more interesting, relevant and witty in the near future.