House Work

Well, we've got a big ol' hole in our house now.

The crack.

Riley and I spent yesterday afternoon extending the trench along the garage foundation to expose the damaged brick. Riley's contribution mainly consisted of scaling the mountain of excavated dirt to sing happy birthday and toss dirt clods back into the trench.

In a hole--what could be more fun?

When Robbie got home it was ready for him to start pulling out the bricks, which was infinitely more interesting to Riley than digging. The crow bar and hammer were intensely coveted and there was lots of drama about this being a job for grown-up people only.

And of course where Robbie needed to sit was directly at the fence, and if Riley was on one side he *needed* to be on the other, so there was a great deal of shoving past dad, which got old fast. At least he used good manners, saying "Excuse me, sir" as he pushed and climbed past. ;-)

Excuse me, sir, could I go past you?

Excuse me, sir, could I go past you?

Excuse me, sir, could I go past you?

Standing in the sink watching dad chip mortar off the bricks and calling out "Hello Dada!!" every thirty seconds. ;-)