There was a time in the not so distant past (perhaps a week ago) that I thought we would never complete another project again unless one of us left the house with all the kids or we pawned them off on a babysitter.
But this weekend? The kids pretended to be baby birds in the playhouse. For hours. And, yes, we let them “fly” in and out the windows and balance precariously on probably unsafe places, but they were so self-entertaining! I cleaned the pantry and the supply closet and Tom finally put rails on the swingset ramp.
I have seen the light and it is golden.
On a totally unrelated note, have you seen Neko’s crazy teeth? Those top two have been on the verge of falling out for weeks, and every time she opens her mouth, they're pointing in some new direction. Bizarre.