Hello! Welcome & Happy Wednesday.
Finally on the downward slide to the weekend.
Phew!!! This week has been exhausting.
Let me tell you a little about my Little J, the youngest of my three J's at almost 12, as he would say.
Of late, Little J has taken to spending his pocket money on trips to the hardware store to buy wood and nails and a fancy hammer. He mostly spends his time creating all kinds of guns and swords and other things to shoot stuff around the yard.
It's fairly harmless, better than video games and he is actually very creative. Little J spends most days outside sawing and hammering and generally keeping himself occupied.
Once in a while he'll dash inside to show me his latest handiwork.
Explain how it all works.
Drag me outside for demonstrations.
And tell me how he's going to create a fortune selling his guns.
Of course, he's already decided when he grows up he wants to be a gunsmith.
I myself am not fond of guns, but he is a boy and we do live in a community where guns (for hunting purposes) are the norm.
He does have a real gun, but it spends most of it's time locked up in the gun cabinet - safe and sound.
He knows all about gun safety and has only fired it once, under very close supervision.
So, we shall see if he sticks with his idea to be a gunsmith.
Would you like to see his latest creation?
It's my favorite.
Remember, he's 11 and it's a one of a kind.
Little rustic, but awesome in my books.
Here it is......
Yes, Little J has made me a little bed for Blythe!
I had given him a little hint, since he's the only one who doesn't make fun of my new obsession, but I was thrilled beyond belief when he handed it to me. I didn't actually think he listened or would use his precious wood on something for me.
It is something I will treasure for EVER.
He cut out the headboard and footboard with his Dad's jigsaw and used two dowel rods for the bed rails/frame.
Then I helped him stretch an old piece of denim between the two dowels to make a mattress of sorts.
Of course I had to add a few stitches to it and Little J helped me with the red coat of paint.
Isn't it sweet?
Love you Little J!
Little J is not so little anymore. He's off to middle school in two weeks. I wish just once when I took his photo he wouldn't pull some crazy face. Crazy Little J with the sweetest kitty ever, Miss Skittles from next door.
Aren't the things your children make the best gifts ever?
Toodles...L x ♥