This post is a long time overdue.
Last year we got all crazy and decided to make playhouses for the little ones. In fact, it was Aunty L's idea, and I just got dragged into it, and I had to do all this awfully masculine stuff with tools and wood and wotnot. How very unlike me.
Working off plans we got off the internet, Uncle B and I slapped the frames together in their garage and I relocated the pieces back to our house on a trailer to assemble them.
Daddad John and Uncle B helped to get the base level and solid, and Isaac put the finishing touches on. Daddad John helped me put it all together,and Dessert Chef and I used leftover fence palings to clad it.
One should be aware, however, of the dangers of bringing a klutz and a hammer in close contact.
Uncle I helped me get the roof on in time for summer,
now we just have to deal with the little holes where the rain gets in - namely the door and the windows, and every gap between every piece of cladding and every roof panel.
But hey, Isaac thinks its great. I just think that he wishes we didn't use it to store our outside chairs and sun umbrella when we're not using them.