Phase 3 - It's Getting SOOO Close!

So, the boys and I left for another adventuresome weekend at the lake while the build went on. Our short trip saved my sanity from slowly stripped by Rylan's constant, "Is my playground here yet?!" Or from his cute little bottom being stuck to the back porch all weekend watching every single moment of the build.

And here's the progress: it's lookin' SO good. (and we've even played on what's been built - SO FUN!!)

Isn't my husband amazing?! (And all the neighbor guys too.)

The 3 towers are all decked. They then framed in the tunnel and the clubhouse.

One side of the club house and tunnel are boarded.

Rylan came home and loved it! Here he is sticking his head out one of the two windows of his clubhouse.

What's left?!

Well...next up is to finish boarding the other side of the tunnel & clubhouse. Then we will need the rock wall and the swing arm. Then we will need Mama to come out and choose where I want all the guard rails to be, those will be put in. Then the bridge between the two towers. Then there is still the addition of the toys & the slide! But it's already SO GREAT! YAY!

the buttcrack of dawn

what a lovely phrase. right?

at different times in my life i've learned to avoid it as a teenager, i've learned to respect it with kids who like to torture me with getting up early, tolerate it as the standard of the working class...but now - i've learned to embrace it and welcome it.

seriously.

i've been getting up early to go running. (okay, still a lot of walking involved in my "running" but i'm getting it back! slowly, but i'm getting it!) and when i get back - i get a whole 20 minutes to myself before the house wakes up at 645.

no kids, no noise, no work, no husband, no one whining, crying, demanding my time but me. therefore, i am LOVING early, early morning me time.

(until i crash at about 6pm on the couch!)

to the other moms and busy people - where do you find your "YOU" time??

I'm CRAZY?!

...or so I've been told. Nothing new, really. A little quirky, a little off the beaten path, a little (as my brother would say) out in left field...

Usually, I'd agree. I'd embrace it. But this time, I don't think so. I think I'm maybe just overeager. Again, probably nothing new.

Alright, enough preamble. So, I moved the boys into the same room. Am I crazy?? Rylan wanted Cooper to live with him. I figure - what could it hurt? I see my nieces sharing a room - and they get along so well! They seem to love it. Granted, I only visit and see best behavior I'm sure.

I never had to share a room. Or should I say, I never GOT to share a room? I don't know. But I figure at this age - why not? Worse case, I take the crib back apart and move it back. (please, please, please not again!!)

But for night #1, things went well. As Cooper snored, Rylan talked him and talked to him about all the fun things he wanted them to do together in the morning.

How cute is that?? I invision nights of telling secrets and giggles. Me having to go in and tell them time and time again that it's time to sleep. Why is it that the idea of that has me grinning from ear to ear?! AM I crazy?! Probably.

What do you think? It is the time for comments - growing up - did YOU share a room with a sibling? Did you love it? hate it? Leave a note and let me know!

Phase 2

Who knew that building Rylan a new playground would have my husband walking like a Grandma and whining like a school girl? I suppose that's what happens when you're inner child realizes he's living inside an old man body!

But look at the project they've taken on...

Saturday was a busy day - a beer before 10am kind of day. No, not for me, but for the guys out back dealing with all the chaos. Maybe it would have been a good idea for me too. I'll keep that in mind during the course of this next week.

So, after a week of tilling, weed-eating, spraying, laying (and nailing HUGE spikes - and YES, I DO hold the hammer right - thank-you-very-much! and note there are absolutely NO pictures of me manning a hammer or the tiller - but I have scars to prove I did both!) into the landscape timbers to surround the dirt area, putting plastic down to discourage any weed growth...we had a semi-truck deliver half a driveway full of wood.

Holes were dug, posts were set, the structure was skirted, and joyst have been hung on the lower level. Take a look at the progress, and our wonderful friends who have helped us get this far.

Casey David Kip

And one very excited and thankful little boy.

Mama, where is Heaven?

Driving in the car, I got a call from a friend who had to take a sudden roadtrip home to deal with a death in the family.

My sweet Rylan asked, as he does at every opportunity,
"Mama, who are you talking to? What was she telling you about?"

I thought to myself - CRAP! What do I say?! How do you describe such sadness and life lessons to such an innocent little guy? I crossed my fingers, took a deep breath, and went for it - I was honest.

I told him that my friend was sad. That someone she loved was going to have to go away to Heaven, where she wouldn't be able to see them again for a really long time.

"Is she going to cry? Does she need to hug herself on the couch to feel better? Is Heaven near the lake house? Is she so sad that she's going to drive her car and go bonk in a tree?"

Wow. Um. Just as I think, I've got the most mature 3-year-old on the planet, BAM! Drive her car into a tree?! I mentally scroll through every thing I've ever let him watch on television. What have I been letting him watch?!

I asked a couple follow up questions to see what he meant - but his attention span was lost - onto more exciting things like babbling in baby talk to his little brother, blowing bubbles in the bathtub, and rocket ships that are going to fly and land in his milk at dinner.

Did he understand? I don't know. But I discovered that the big topic wasn't as scary and as hard to explain - at this level - as I had thought.

Honesty just may become my new policy.

Pick Up Lines

Pick up lines haven't changed since I have been in the dating world. At least, not as far as I can tell. Today, I used those same lines on a woman at the park. Yep, I picked up another Mom. I used the good old standards too...
"Hey, come here often?"
"You live around here?"
"Maybe we could meet up sometime."
And like putty in my hands, I got myself a Mom date for Wednesday.
I guess the rule about waiting two days to call doesn't apply.

The Build is ON!

Is it news to anyone that I go overboard?! I doubt it. My imagination is wild, and I like to see things come to life. Probably one of my better traits of being a Mom.


Before my husband, this wasn't a dangerous thing. But NOW....watch out!


Case and point: our current adventure of building a new swing set.


Now, take a look at the old set.
Nothing wrong with it.
It worked, sure.
It was just so....Blah.
Right!?
Right.

So, the more we talked about what we wanted, the more we told our friends and family about our plans...the more excited we became to build THE best, THE coolest, THE most fun play area in our back yard....EVER!

(And I'm sure the boys will like it too.)

Here are the plans:

Complete with 7 seven-foot towers, a 5 foot tower, a rock climbing wall on the back side of the 5 foot tower, a tunnel underneath it (leading to the clubhouse no doubt) a big tunnel slide to come off the 7-foot tower on the right, a swing arm with swings coming off the left tower. (Notice the clubhouse even has a 2-foot front porch!) There is a bridge to connect the 2 7-foot towers, a periscope to spy on Mama from the tunnel, binnoculars and a telescope to spy on the neighbors from the left tower, and a steering wheel to drive anywhere little imaginations want to go!

With the plans drawn, Rylan is getting in on the excitement. He knew Sunday things were going to get started. He woke up like Christmas morning, racing to the backdoor, and tossing aside the curtains,

"Is my new playground there yet?!?!" Clever mom I am, I distracted him by offering chocolate donut with sprinkles!

Day 1: Cutting Sod - the guys came over and made a beautiful 18x21 foot mud pit in my back yard. (Anyone wanna wrestle?!) They got paid with beautiful strips of my backyard grass. I feel so much closer to them all somehow.

Next Week: Setting posts & skirting the structure.

We've been told to have beer on ice.