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The Playhouse

The boys are thrilled! They have a new playhouse. Well, it’s an old playhouse, but new to them. And it has been a long time in the making. Let me explain.

Pierre and I had been talking about getting the boys a playhouse for about a year or more, so when one of Pierre’s colleagues, Gloria (thank you!!), offered us the old one in her backyard, we were very interested. The playhouse was about 16 years old and Gloria’s son, who was on his way to college, had long outgrown it. 

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On an extremely hot and humid August day, Pierre and my Dad (who was visiting us with my Mom), went over to Gloria’s in my Dad’s pick-up truck, just to “have a look.” Sure. Eight hours, two delivery trips, several fights with wasps evicted from their home, and a torrential thunderstorm later, the playhouse was sitting in pieces in our backyard, just waiting to be reassembled. Gloria’s son, also a Nicholas, was happy that his old playhouse would be going to two little boys who would love it (think Toy Story 3). Benjamin and Nicholas were ecstatic. A playhouse!! They wanted to play with it right away! Pierre and I explained, over and over and over, that it would take awhile until the playhouse was play-ready.

Slowly, Pierre and I worked. One or both days of every weekend, over the course of a month, we put it back together, piece by piece.

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The boys spent countless hours outside playing, helping us, and asking if the playhouse was ready yet. And after a whole lot of hammering, sawing, drilling, painting, and trips to Lowe’s for nuts, bolts, washers, wood, plywood, paint, stain, and cedar shingles….it was. We replaced the rope-ladder, built a new, water-proof roof, and installed binoculars and a periscope for added fun.

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Their smiles say it all…

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An old playhouse was given a second-life. Hours of fun await. Who’s coming over to play?

xo Naomi

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