Keith came home from work tonight and loaded us all up for a family date night. He thought it would be fun to go to Firebowl Cafe and teach the boys how to use chopsticks. Here are pics of each of us using our chopsticks. Kade got the hang of it really fast. Kamden did pretty good too, but Kale opted for a straw instead. After Firebowl, we walked down to Maggie Moo's for some ice cream. Needless to say, we had a blast.
Oddly enough, I don't have any pictures of the boys enjoying their playscape this past week, but trust me, they have only come in to use the bathroom and sleep. So far, even mealtimes occur in the clubhouse. We are looking forward to starting a tradition of family meetings in the clubhouse soon also. Kade has even asked a couple of times if we could all take our sleeping bags up there to sleep at night. But I do have some pics of daddy (with a little help) putting the playscape together last week. He finished last Saturday evening, after approx. 18 hours throughout the week of hard work. Now that's what I call sacrificial love.
Kade and Kamden "helped" whenever they had the opportunity. I'm sure daddy really enjoyed having to search for all of the dropped screws, washers, and nails.
I am pretty sure the grandparents might freak out when they see that Kale was having fun climbing to the top of the 6 foot ladder to "help" daddy. He has no idea that he is only 18 mo. old and should not be climbing on everything he can get up.
Nick came over last Friday night and helped Keith put the roof on the clubhouse.
Jose, our neighbor, came over on Saturday and helped Keith attach the swing beam to the clubhouse.
Jocelyn and Maddie helped Kamden put the glider together.
And mom took pictures...does that count as helping?
I'll try to post pics of the finished playscape sometime next week.
2 comments:
I still can't use chopsticks.
For some reason, I'm not surprised to see Kale at the top if the ladder...ha. Looking forward to seeing the new playscape! Looks great! We might even have to give up going to McD - ya think?
Love, Mama E.
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