A rare Saturday at home. I spent the day building a long-promised fort for the boys. I used railroad ties for the foundation, and some reclaimed lumber from a back porch at my school we just tore down. It's about 40% complete here - the frame and some basic plywood. Matthew was in tears when Annie said she was going to paint flowers all over it. James and Matthew were thrilled to use my Sawzall to cut 1/2 thick steel screws off in the reclaimed wood. James, "Matthew, we're cutting metal!"
We have big plans for a flag pole, a sliding pole, a top deck, stairs, slides, and an upstairs bathroom (Matthew's request, which was denied).
Ran out of random plywood sitting around the house.
Ended the day with a hot fudge malt.
Annie's hot fudge malt - a promised reward if she ran 8 miles this morning with her mama (she'd never run more than 5).
My dad posted this picture on Facebook. I love this pic. Here's my posted response:
"When I walk into the gates of Heaven, I fully expect this scene to await me. With Grandpa Heywood sitting in the chair with you. You'll hand me a cone, and we'll chat about life and how good the ice cream is in heaven. Just make sure your white robe closes in the back."