This year, after that weekend when they tried to build their own house in the backyard we decided a cubby house would be great.
My brother, sister and I had a rocking cubby house when we were kids. It even had a balcony, tire swing and room to make slides and seesaws with planks of wood we would appropriate from dad's shed. We played pirates there, we playedRomeo and Juliet, we played house and we played robbers in our lair. We even tried sleeping out there a few times but the mosquitoes were a pretty big deterrent!
Anyway, with fond memories of my own cubby exploits I explained the concept to K who was a bit bemused as to why we would build the girls a house in the garden when they have a perfectly good house already...
He didn't have a cubby growing up, obviously.
Rather than building from scratch we thought we'd convert the second bathroom. Hee hee. I love saying that as it makes you think 'ooo posh!' when the reality is a concrete building with a broken woodfired boiler bath no longer connected to water or electricity at the bottom of the yard.
Not much of a bathroom but a perfect start to a cubby and bonus- K and I wouldn't be required to test our builder mettle with you know walls and a roof and all.
So.. thinking the girls would enjoy being part of the cubby process we picthed the idea to them.
Now! Now! NOW!
I had to go cut metre high weeds with the brush cutter so K took the girls to the home centre to go buy paint. I was imagining lemon yellow, baby pink or pastel blue and thinking it would look a little sickeningly sweet but hey.
I came back to this:
Holy Guacamole! Red and yellow... And no K. The girls each had a tin of paint and a brush. Meg had changed into dark clothes (what I always suggest when she comes out to the garden but rather pointless when using red and yellow paint!) but Amy was wearing one of her favourite shirts and a cute skirt. K was out the back chopping wood. He had opened the cans for them and when they said they wanted to do it themselves he acquiesced and said he'd be out the back if they needed him. I am much more of a control freak and immediately rushed over to clean brushes and tie back hair and start my barrage of 'be careful! Don't use so much paint! Stop before you get to the window etc etc' I can well see how it was much more fun without mummy there but still... their clothes... and my lawn... and the colour combination!
they had fun and most of the paint got on the walls...