Our house has been in terrible need of repainting. It needed it when we bought it 10 years ago, and well… other things just kept coming up.
| This was 3 years ago. Look at the back wall! |
That, and we could never agree on a color. I remember two years ago, hiking in India and Jessi pointing out house colors she liked (we had been talking about it for the last year). I dutifully took photos of them, but… I don’t know… they just didn’t resonate with me.
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| Jessi liked the bottom part. I'd call that brown? |
But this summer would be different. The house needed it, we had the time and budget for it, so we had to reach an agreement.
We did the classic things: drove around neighborhoods, looked at houses on Pinterest, and spent way too long staring at color swatches in Home Depot.
Jessi wanted a burnt-orange-ish (almost copper) color; I wanted something blue; Elinor wanted pink or yellow; and Samson wanted a modern white (with black trim).
Oh boy.
At one point, I half-jokingly suggested that each of us could choose a side. The kids loved the idea. Jessi… not so much.
With the clock ticking, we all gave in to Jessi’s choice. But even within that color family, there are an almost unlimited number of shades and hues. It was difficult to imagine those colors on our house, and it felt like we were going to stall out again.
And then we had a breakthrough. We uploaded a picture of our house and the color we wanted to ChatGPT. It was great because we could finally see what it would actually look like.
And Jessi HATED burnt orange because it made our house look like a cabin.
Uh-oh.
But with ChatGPT’s help, we quickly tried a bunch of colors. And it turned out that we all liked green — a color not on anybody’s initial list. I think there’s also something magical about deadlines that forces decisions.
We went to Home Depot, and everyone got to choose a green sample color. We put them on the house and narrowed it down to two. We then put those into ChatGPT, and the final selection became clear.
Step one done. And it only took 3 years.
Now the real work had to begin: preparing the house by scraping off old paint, sanding rough edges, and applying new caulk.
Initially, Jessi wanted to ask a bunch of folks from our church’s youth group to come and help. It probably would have been done in a day, but I had a different idea in mind.
Instead, I thought it would be great for the kids to experience a long, difficult project. I mean, they do projects in school, but this was different. And Jessi let us do it! We got the kids the tools, showed them how to use them, and had them work on the house for at least 30 minutes each day.
It was awesome. Really slow progress. But awesome. The kids scraped, sanded, caulked, and primed raw wood. Jessi helped a lot as well, especially getting the caulk off in higher-up places. I helped scrape caulk one morning and bought an oscillating multi-tool in the afternoon.
It was everything I dreamed of. They spent a month working on it and really experienced a long, tedious, drawn-out project. I had to keep reminding Jessi that it was OK. And to stop working — teach the kids how to do it and let them do it.
Step two done.
The weekend finally came for painting. We taped everything off and prepared ourselves for a full day’s effort.
I set up the paint sprayer and let the kids practice spraying our fence with water. Once they [mostly] mastered the technique, I brought out scrap boards and let them practice with paint. The big lesson: don’t stop moving or change direction while pulling the trigger.
And then we started on the house. I did the upper half and the trickier sections. The kids painted around a quarter of the house. It took 8 hours, and the kids hung with us all day. At mid-morning, Samson asked if he could take a break to play with his friends. I told him, “No. We’re painting today. This is what we’re doing. You can play with them once we’re done.” And to his credit, he kept a great attitude and genuinely helped all day — including helping to remove all the plastic and tape from the gutters (he was more than happy to get on the roof).
And now we have a green house! It’s a fun color, and the white trim really pops. It’s not perfect, but the kids feel a sense of ownership over it, and that’s more important to me than perfection.
At bedtime, Samson asked Jessi when the house had been painted last. Upon hearing it had been more than 10 years, he did some quick math and said, “Oh, good. I’ll be out of the house by then.”
That kid.

































