When we were looking for a house, I had a few non-negotiable's. I really wanted three bedrooms, two stories and a fireplace. Everything else was gravy. Luckily, the house gods were smiling on us and out of three of our accepted offers, the house we ended up buying met all my criteria. 

But.

We bought a fixer. We wanted the school district so we sacrificed move-in ready for location and a school within walking distance (not that we do walk, but we could). One of the many "issues" our house had was a non-working fireplace. The seller refused to fix it. The repair kept falling to the bottom of our to-do list. 

During the brief California winters, we've been looking longingly at the broken fireplace, wishing we could warm the house with blazing logs rather than turn on the heater, listen to the crackling and sit next to it sipping hot cocoa together. 

After three years, we finally got our wish and it's just as nice as we thought it would be.

Where the Magic Happens

Latte Mommy wants to know where we do our blogging. We have three bedrooms in our house. The computer is in the third room (aka the catchall, junk, throw it in there and close the door room).

I don't like being tied to this chair. I love it when Drama Dad brings his laptop home from work. Then I can sit upstairs on the couch (closer to the kitchen).