Tornado - Still blowing

After years of planning and research (Mitch's researching) we finally started our kitchen renovation. How it ended up invading our front room and spilling into the hallway, I'm not sure. It's been more work than we knew it would be. I have to give tons and gobs of thanks to our parents! Thank you Dave for working far too late into the night. Benson thanks his Grandma's for playing with him and loving him!

You may want to check out the pictures, just in case you might be considering to attempt this craziness.BEFORE

This is when everything started feeling a little chaotic.

Mitch worked so hard that first day while I was at work! So much filling and sanding and filling and sanding and . . .

The amazing stuff that filled in the ugly oak grain.

Taping off the inside of the cabinets was one of the hardest parts.

Benson's contribution.

Halfway painted. The smell wasn't as bad as we expected.

All white, all right?

Taking a break.

Now on to the floor

We figured that the linoleum installer thought he was a shoot 'em up cowboy with the nail gun. Is it really necessary to have 25 nails per square foot?

By this point Mitchell's knees were bright red and sore from all of the kneeling and nailing.

What do you think?

Now if we can only muster up the energy and motivation to finish down the hall. . .