happy baby

This is what I come home to every day. If you could only hear the giggle, you would understand.

weekend kitchen disasters, part 4

Since E is home with the baby, she spent a week or two finishing off our temporary kitchen. A few coats of paint, some skirting, decorating, and rearranging later, and we have the “finished” product. It’s extremely functional despite not having any lower cabinets, everything that doesn’t fit above is now on butcher’s racks. It’s very industrial feeling, and will last nicely until we can get proper cabinets later on.

blankets

We played a game last week wherein I would throw the blanket over L, and he would laugh hysterically when I would pull it away. He caught on enough that he started hiding under it himself, and waiting for me to peek underneath.

gti work part 1 (of 1, hopefully)

The GTI has been in the garage for a little over a week. I changed the passenger side strut bushing and bearings, the spark plugs, oil, and ECT sensor.

I got a check engine light a few weeks ago with code P2181, which is a cooling system performance error. It’s quite possible that the new ECT sensor will fix that, and if not it’s the thermostat, which is a royal pain to change out in that cramped engine bay.

You can see how collapsed the bushing at the top of the strut ended up, as compared to the newly installed one. When supported by jack stands, I could push the wheel up and down, which meant the strut bearings were shot also. This all explains the clunking as I turned left, which has since disappeared.

I was lucky to find an MKIV Suspension DIY, which was helpful because the job didn’t make sense at first. There really is no way to get the strut out, and the subframe really does need to be dropped. The factory service manual left this part out.

The main pain in the ass involved what my friend refers to as the “tool company that makes cars”. VW has special tools required to perform functions that, on other cars, simply use logic. Removing the strut from the knuckle requires VW tool 3424 to spread the housing, which (with 2nd day air so I could have Eilene’s Jeep back to her) cost me $50 (for a glorified socket). This is primarily why the car was down for so long, I couldn’t find anyone in town who stocked the tool.

I managed not to break any of the many now-brittle plastic parts in the engine bay, including the clips holding in the connectors on the coil pack. That’s fantastic.

I’m glad everything came together and that I can usually fix this stuff, I’ve obviously saved hundreds of dollars. But I still hate working on cars, and if we had the money and I was given the choice between spending a week under the car or paying someone to do the work so I can have a few more days to watch my son grow up, I would easily choose the latter.

breakfast for dinner

The three of us slept until 2pm yesterday, which we haven’t been able to do since before L was born. By the time we putzed around and messed with Twitter, we had breakfast at 5pm.

I made sure to just barely empty the bacon fat from the pan, so as to make some slightly dirty eggs.

a big hot fuss

L got his four month immunizations. He used to love going to the doctor, the walls are covered in bright colors and he’d stare around the room with that doe-eyed look on his face.

At the beginning of the excursion, he was like so:

After receiving a series of shots in each thigh, he was like so.

E said I was lucky to not be there, the experience was excrutiating, seeing him in that much pain and hearing that level of screaming. I’ll be sure to trade off with her for next time.