There are certainly drawbacks sometimes to living the way we live (this comes to mind), but there is no doubt that our lifestyle provides endless entertainment to the younger crowd. That is, Cubby.
Today's excitement came when A. started his next big project: re-mortaring the stone wall in the Pit of Despair that supports the living room floor. This wall is directly behind one of the cabinets I use to store canned food, so I have the chance to observe the wall with some regularity. I've noticed for some time that this wall seemed to have . . . gaps. Holes would actually be more accurate. It was, essentially, reduced to a dry stone wall. Not that dry stone walls aren't structurally supportive, but know what's more supportive? A stone wall with mortar in it.
So A. bought some bags of mortar, dug out the appropriate tools from our extensive collection of antique tools from by-gone generations, and commenced to slapping on some mortar. Or rather, filling the holes with mortar. And in some cases, new stones and bricks.
Yeah. It was that bad.
But A.'s many hours of labor with the mortar provided excellent entertainment for Cubby.
Not that I let him actually use the mortar, because I am a Mean Mommy.
Well, it provided entertainment for about twenty minutes, after which point Cubby got mad because Daddy wasn't done yet and I wouldn't let him run off with Daddy's tools or dump all the mortar on the floor. And then he got REALLY mad when I hauled him out of the cellar because he was pitching a fit and getting in the way. And then he screamed and cried for about ten minutes before getting distracted by the two lawn tractors mowing grass over at the neighbors.
But before all THAT, it was fascinating. As is everything that Daddy does, because it always involves the ever-popular tools.
Who knows what tomorrow might furnish in the way of fun? Blackrock-style, that is.