"Man" Day

Kevin and Landon had the opportunity to build something this past Sunday. We have three cribs that grandpa made, and quite a few different bins for holding things like holiday decorations. Kevin decided that he was going to build some sort of shelf to sit above Savannah's large crib, with the drawers. It was going to hold all of the bins full of stuff. That would give us a relatively clutter-free garage.

The boys got up Sunday morning (and didn't even shower, mind you.) They went to Home Depot for "man" stuff. You know, things like lumber and tools. Landon came home with his very own tool belt (which just so happened to be a cell phone belt), because all of the tool belts fell off of him immediately. Landon didn't know the difference, and either did I until Kevin pointed it out to me. Plus, it held Landon's hammer, tape measure, a couple of screws, safety goggles, and whatever else one would need to build a shelf.

All ready to work!

Tool belt!

I was in the office, and pretty soon I heard Landon's little feet running back and forth as fast as he could, carrying things out of the garage. The garage had to be cleaned out first of course! Out came everything . . . bins, and more bins, bicycles, toys, items to go to the thrift store, and whatever else ended up in there. About this time, Emma and I left for Target and a bite to eat. Our only instructions were to bring back food!

Lunch break!

McDonald's

All day long they worked in that garage, sawing, hammering, and using the drill. Even Landon got to use the drill. Kevin said he only almost lost a finger once or twice. (Landon was a little too excited about pulling the "trigger", and Kevin's hands were in very close proximity to the drill bit.) By the time it was all done, and things were put back into the garage, it was dark! Landon was a trooper, staying out there for hours on end, doing "man" things. And I must say, although I was a bit apprehensive at first, the shelf came out quite nice.

Kevin at work.

Getting the job done.

It's always better with two.

We had a tired boy that night. Landon hit the hay hard. Even the next morning he was still out like a light. I went into his room about 8:00 and there was Landon, head back, mouth open, snoring like a chainsaw. Poor little guy! It's hard to be a man!

A job well done!