We have finally gotten the basement stairs to a finished state.
Let’s rewind 3 years (holy cats, 3 years!). Shelby and I worked in the pantry while Josh was hunting in Canada. I updated the shelves and painted all the trim white, and I left the stair treads, because I just wasn’t quite sure what I would do with them. I guess that decision took 3 YEARS!
In the first picture you can see the bottom shelf intact. When I was replacing the shelves, I noticed that the floor continued all the way to the back wall. Josh and I decided to take that shelf out completely to give us a little more room vertically and Josh went ahead and installed matching trim around the back of the space to make it look a little more finished.
When the trim was installed and painted, we replaced the existing orange FLOR tiles with new blue ones and also installed them on the stair treads. We secured them with construction adhesive, and Josh throw a couple small nails in too near the risers to be safe. Those things aren’t going anywhere.
Are you wondering way the bottom two stairs are red? I didn’t order incorrectly, that is the hockey bench and penalty box.
Warner’s golf game has made some amazing progress this summer. He’s been hooked on the game since early this spring when I got him a set of plastic Snoopy themed clubs. He now asks every day to either “play golf” or “go golf course.”
In early March, Warner stared swinging his Snoopy club one handed. He was pretty excited to hit the ball!
By May, he was hitting dozens of balls per day.
For his second birthday, I bought him the shortest set of US Kids Golf clubs which included a putter, driver, and seven iron. I thought he was getting strong enough to swing a real club with two hands…he certainly was.
He took to putting naturally (must have been all the golf we have on TV on the weekends). He has a great attitude, whenever he misses the putt he says, “almost” and tries again.
On August 7th, he made a 15ft putt at Gross National Golf Course in northeast Minneapolis.
By the end of the summer, he had this golf thing mastered. He routinely flies (foam) balls from the top of the hill in our backyard down the bushes planted behind the house. He hits some “big shots,” some “baby shots” and tries to hit balls into the “owl house” (it’s a hole in the big tree in our backyard — he saw Dad do it once and has been fixated on it since).