Demolition
We've been in our house now for a little over three years. The house was clean and structurally sound when we moved in - albeit it a bit dated. In the three years we've been here, we've done much... removed the chain link fence from the FRONT yard, replaced the counter tops in the kitchen, painted almost every room, renovated a bathroom... the list is long. We have finally begun the basement renovation. We made the discovery that under our hot orange and red shag carpet lies another layer of carpet... orange indoor-outdoor carpet. SWEET! We were tempted to just keep it - but decided maybe it would be best to find something more neutral.
I think most kids like to be "helpers" (by helpers I mean time-extenders - something that would normally take a few minutes, can take upwards of an hour with "helpers"). Ezra and Asher wanted to help daddy the other night as he began on the basement. So, with hammers in hand (note, Asher got the smallest, girliest hammer we could find in order to try to avoid any knocked out teeth or black eyes with our terribly accident prone son), the demolition started. Asher was mostly just enthralled with the shiny, non-plastic, "real" hammer.
Ezra was quite efficient with the hammer and actually knocked some holes through the drywall. We made certain to tell the boys that knocking holes in the wall with hammers is a special treat (I love the age with kids when "special treat" can be defined by hitting a wall full of holes).
Obed spent most of his time helping by trying to push all 80 pounds of Clive across the floor. He didn't have much success.
I think most kids like to be "helpers" (by helpers I mean time-extenders - something that would normally take a few minutes, can take upwards of an hour with "helpers"). Ezra and Asher wanted to help daddy the other night as he began on the basement. So, with hammers in hand (note, Asher got the smallest, girliest hammer we could find in order to try to avoid any knocked out teeth or black eyes with our terribly accident prone son), the demolition started. Asher was mostly just enthralled with the shiny, non-plastic, "real" hammer.
Ezra was quite efficient with the hammer and actually knocked some holes through the drywall. We made certain to tell the boys that knocking holes in the wall with hammers is a special treat (I love the age with kids when "special treat" can be defined by hitting a wall full of holes).
Obed spent most of his time helping by trying to push all 80 pounds of Clive across the floor. He didn't have much success.
posted by Kirsten at
7:32 AM
3 Comments:
Did Asher get his girly hammer from his artist dad?
no, this hammer is too plain to be from vince - had it been vince's, it would have had some sort of sculpted art for the handle... he actually got the hammer from my pink toolbox (by "toolbox" i mean pink rubbermaid box with a hammer, a screwdriver, and maybe a bit of some sort of other fix-it type item).
Your toolbox sounds very cute. It's important to be cute and handy at the same time. or something.
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