Last weekend Andrew took the kids out to buy a birdhouse kit and also a bird feeder for us to hang on our porch. We have so many different birds in our yard and the boys have been really interested in the wildlife lately that we thought it would be a fun thing for them to observe daily.
Andrew and the boys assembled the birdhouse together. The assembly took place in our basement which is (1) dark and scary, being 160 years old; (2) where all of the tools are kept; (3) a place the kids are rarely allowed to go; and (4) dark and scary, being 160 years old. Oh sorry, I already said that! While the assembly was in progress, I heard Ben proclaim from the depths of down-under as he and Nate explored the real tools in Daddy's workshop, that "This is the best room in our whole house!" Alrighty then. Think of all of the extra time I will have if I aspire to maintain the rest of the house in the same, eh, laissez-faire manner as our dear 'ole cellar :). It makes me smile when I hear what really makes the kids happy, especially the boys in all of their adventurous, rock-collecting, dirt-excavating glory.
Anyway, back at the bird house...
After it was assembled it needed to be painted. Andrew was going to hang it up au natural but I insisted that a decent daddy-son birdhouse needed to be painted. By a 2-year-old and a 4-year-old. With none of those washable paints, but instead with the *real* stuff that stains and makes a total mess. Acrylics.
So we donned some old tee shirts as smocks and embarked on our journey. I must say that the boys did an excellent job. They were cautious about painting only on the birdhouse and not on the table (much) and were excited to use all of their favorite colors. Ben seemed to keep this mindset throughout the course of the task whereas Nate determined that he could mix all of the colors together to form a beautiful new color....greyish brown. But he was just as proud of his side as Ben was!
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