Under Construction

A very heavy box arrived yesterday courtesy UPS freight and last night the assembly of our cedar playhouse began. Six thousands parts? Check. Enormous bag of screws? Check.

By nightfall, and after just an hour with a battery-powered screwdriver and drill, Paul had done the near-impossible (according the assembly instructions) and had much of the playhouse upright. We're timing him, just to see with what margin he can beat the "8-hour" assemble time. We still have a way to go. Harry is becoming a pro at handing dad the screws. And couldn't wait to get out of his jammies this morning to give the frame a test-run.

And already the kids are loving it. And already I'm redesigning the house. I think maybe, for now, we'll leave off the front door and I'm not convinced we need the simulated divided lights on the windows. Do we? Anyhow, we'll see. So far so good. What we do need is a "fence" to keep little ones like Charlotte from toppling over the edge of the platform and into the neighbor's yard. Get crackin' dad.