Last year, when Mike was putting up new ceilings on the first floor, he wired the entire floor for in-ceiling speakers. We didn't actually have the speakers at the time, but he made a "map" of the wires, for when the time came. And the time came on Monday, with the purchase of the first set of speakers.
They still need to be painted out to match the white ceiling, but they aren't as terrible of an eyesore as I feared they'd be.
When we bought the house, there was a little broom closet in the kitchen that would be surviving the gut job, so Mike and I decided this would be a great place to house all the electronic components for our surround sound and ceiling speakers. I had an old set of bi-fold doors and a single door from that set ended up fitting the frame perfectly! No adjustments needed.
The door's frosted glass front ended up being a surprising bonus, as all of our remote controls work right through the door and that eliminates the need to open it. All of the unsightly electronics and wires are conveniently hidden. We still haven't decided if we should paint the door or not.
Although he won't admit it, the real reason Mike wanted ceiling speakers throughout the house is for Christmas music. Yes, that's right, he is going around cutting holes into our brand new ceilings and installing speakers in every room so we can listen to Christmas music throughout the entire first floor of the house. He's just one of those people who loves everything about Christmas. And most of the time, I love him for it. Our radios (house and car) have been tuned to the "Christmas music station" since they began playing (on November 1st!).
All in all, I think the speakers are a nice idea. At the very least, they'll make for nice ambiance during our first Christmas party in the Big Yellow House.
On another note, Cullen continues his run as Kid Most Likely to Give an Adult a Heart Attack. Honestly, the kid has zero sense of caution. On Monday night, while attempting to climb up the wrong side of a chair, the chair fell backward on top of him, hit him in the face, and caused his right canine tooth TO GO RIGHT THROUGH HIS UPPER LIP. Clear through to the other side. I've heard of this happening, but had never seen it and promptly proceeded to flip out until Mike assured me that there was nothing that could be done for it, and cleaning it would be enough.
To top THAT off, once Cullen had calmed down (which literally took five seconds - I was still breathing into a paper bag at this point) he went for some extra gross-out points by chugging a large bottle of ORANGE JUICE while every adult in the room simultaneous groaned and cringed. The kid didn't so much as bat an eyelash.
Oy. My heart can't take much more of this.