One of the covered Parios at the new house was a bit too low and presented a problem unique to parents of young boys. All of the metal bars supporting the cover were low enough for the boys to hang on and the suggestion from our realtor to just tell them not to was comical and unrealistic. One does not just tell a little boy not to hang on a metal bar that he can reach. So the awning had to come out but it was too cool to throw away and needed another use. First we set awning to the side of the driveway and the boys turned it into a slide and perch to look into the neighbor’s yard like little nosey busy bodies. They would get a running start and climb to the top. Then the game was jumping up so that their hands were just holding the top and yelling for their brother or friend to help them climb the rest of the way. They could all get up themselves but the fun was in the teamwork. Soon the game became keeping the other from running up the slide by body checking them off and it became apparent that this slide was no longer safe in the driveway. Plus those neighbors were getting a little tired of little boys watching over the fence as the gardened on a Saturday afternoon.
So we turned the awning around and found that it was a great shape for a soccer goal. We took turns taking shots and playing goalie. The height was perfect for Primo to tip shots over the bar like a young Troy Perkins minus the full back tattoo and I got to practice placing balls into the upper corner. As Primo blocked more and more shots I started kicking the ball harder and harder until the game ended in tears and wicked welt on my tiny keeper’s belly.
Yet another use was found for the former Pario cover as we flipped it back over and ran the hose over the top of one end for a super steep water slide. The weather has been warm here in Portland and the water features in the local parks haven’t been turned on yet so we madee our own water park in the backyard. The boys used a stool to climb up one side and then after checking out the other neighbors back yard slid down into a growing pool. Though it was too slippery to run up, the boys tried again and again only to slip and smash their faces into the cascading water. They would crack up and do it all over again.
There are more uses to come for this once Pario cover but we are getting a lot of mileage already. I think an elaborate fort is in the not to distant future, as well as a ball return for some solo baseball toss. What are some of the ordinary things your family has found new fun uses for?
Classic 1932 Tudor with Large Living Spaces. Original Charm…Coved Ceilings, Built=Ins and Crown Moldings. Hardwoods, Coxy Wood Burning FP, Vinyl Windows, New Gas Furnace and Electrical Panel, Dechached Gargae, Two Covered Pario’s, Full Basemanent, Needs Updating!
That is the write up of our house when the listing went public. There was one picture of the front of the house and it was not good. That was it. Badly constructed ad with odd misspellings, no photos, and little to make you feel good about the place but I knew we had to take a look. My theory is that the listing agent got drunk and made a bet with a fellow realtor that the market was so good right now that he could sell this house no matter what he put on the listing. I mean even your smart phone would change the spelling of a lot of those words. You might have a “Crazy” fireplace instead of a “Coxy” fireplace. No this seemed like a bet made after one too many chardonnays.
Our offer was in less than 24 hours after the listing went public so that drunken realtor won his ill conceived bet. There were 3 offers after ours and over 20 viewing of the place that day so I think he had reason to be so cocky. Now any picture that I post of the house is tagged with a location of “The Coxy Pario”. All good homes need a good name and I can think of no better name for this place than the Coxy Pario.
We are all but finished with the boy’s room now. There is still some closet curtains to be sorted out and a question of dressers but the walls are painted and my dad has built some beautiful beds. We got new comfy mattresses with all new bedding because both boys had complained that their beds were not as cozy as ours. Last night after our weekly dinner with friends the adults spent some time talking while laying on the boys beds and we can all attest to their comfyness. A super cool large letter R sits in between the palette wood beds and each bed has the initial of its inhabitant.
Segundo is a big fan of his new bed and has to be bargained with to get him up in the morning. Primo loves his bed but he is still our alarm clock in the morning so our attempt to make it so comfortable he would sleep in has failed. The march of design is moving forward with all of the rooms on the right side of the house finished. It seems like the dinning room is next but that means wall paper and I am not ready for that project.
Sunday night has become Family Movie Night in our house and we have taken turns picking the movies. Beautiful and I tend towards older live action family movies while the boys prefer animation. After a month of packing and getting ready to move we hadn’t had a movie night in a long time and the boys were letting us know. Since it was my turn to pick I decided to give the Spider Man record I had found a listen and try out our fireplace. The boys were less than receptive to this idea and there was wailing and gnashing of teeth.
We pressed on getting the fire started with scraps of wood from past building projects and bags of packing paper. Primo helped get the fire going, letting me know the night was under protest but that since there was fire he would make the best of the situation. Segundo snuggled with his mom until we had a roaring flame and then the lights were turned off and the record started. It was an old-time radio version of Spider Man stories that I loved but the boys had a harder time paying attention too. They were enamored by the fire and helped me feed bits of two by fours and old table legs as the hiss of the record player and the pop of the fire transported us to a magic world.
There were five stories in all and once they finished Primo and Segundo begrudgingly admitted to having a good time. Sitting on my lap Primo said this was the best night in the new house and that he might like here after all. He is a Rohl boy in that way, where all he needs is a good fire and stick to poke it with. Segundo was once again snuggled up in Beautiful’s lap finding it hard to keep his eyes open. While he liked how the evening turned out he made us promise to have a movie next time. next time we will have a movie, that is unless of course I find a copy of The Cat and The Hat on vinyl.
Segundo has a clothes problem at preschool. This manifests itself in a number of ways from getting his regular clothes wet or dirty, to struggling with his pants during emergencies. Lately he has managed to keep most of the clothes on that he shows up to school in. Most but not all. When I show up at 3 to pick him up he is usually missing his shirt and socks. “I get hot daddy, and I need to get some freeze on me!” His teachers have been keeping track of when his shirt comes off and the nicer the day the earlier it happens. Here is one of the many reasons I love Trillium Preschool, their willingness to let Segundo be himself. They make sure he is safe but allow tons of space for him to navigate safety and danger on his own terms.
Yesterday when I rounded the corner into the school grounds I could see in the window of the preschool where the kids were getting one last story before heading home. there was Segundo in his bright yellow pants, no shirt, no socks, and covered in dirt. His pants were rolled up just below his knee and he looked like some hipster hillbilly wild man. A modern-day lord of the flies in skinny jeans. I just smiled as I walked past to pick Primo up first. I knew that this was a great day, that there was a story written in all that dirt on his chest and back. I knew I would get versions from each of the teachers and some impromptu reenactment from Segundo and his friends. He is the Oscar to Primo’s Felix and I am so thankful that he has the space to himself.
We have two weeks of experience in our new house and the quirks and bumps in the night are starting to become familiar. After the first weekend of painting and moving in the the next couple of weekends have been relatively quiet in comparison. Beautiful has started focusing her attention on individual rooms after a rough draft of furniture placement and design. Our bedroom was the jumping off point and you can see the results above. A new wall color, change in trim, and collection of paint by numbers compliment the head board she made. Part of the excitement of this new house is seeing what Beautiful will do with the space and as usual it turned out really great.
The next weekend we sent the boys to my parents house and got working on the bathroom. A cabinet mirror from the rebuilding center, paint colors re-used from other projects, and some new lighting and faucets had a big effect on this little space. I learned that I can do minor plumbing but not without major swearing, seriously some of the compounding of swear words was shocking in not only the vulgarity but the creativity. I did a little Face Time with my brother to get the electrical work down but lost him when I turned off the power to our router. I’m still learning this whole breaker cause and effect thing.
Another weekend coming up means our focus will turn to another room and I think the boys bedroom is on deck. The march is on to turn The Coxy Pario house into a home, but we are making huge strides one weekend at a time.
A before and after of our new house
Some time has passed, you may or may not have noticed. We have moved into a new house, well an old house that is new to us, but a move none the less. The boys are great, we are busy but happy, there is a lot of work to do but we enjoy it. You are all caught up now. Hey let’s try to get together more often from here on out, what do you say?