Watching a movie on Dad's iPad in a fort during Spring Break :)
When we think back on our childhoods, what comes to mind first, or most? I know for me, it's not always the same thing, but it seems like the memories that I do recall first are the simple ones. They are of fun pretend trips in the broke down Toyota, riding the four wheeler to check pivots, mud pies in the playhouse, pushing kitties dressed up as dolls, riding bikes around our house, being together in our basement playroom.
My parents took our family on trips and we were involved in lots of great hobbies. But somehow those memories always follow these more simple, home-based ones. I like that. Like knowing that moments like the ones in this post, where our life proves to be really quite uneventful, are actually kinda special. :)
This above is the Tale of the Time I Attempted to Re-arrange the Furniture. The boys played swords with kitchen utensils all the while, obviously. And about all that really came of it was my entire floor getting a good vacuuming... :/ I'm no interior designer- I couldn't figure out how to make our weird couch work anywhere but where it was, so back it all went- ha ha!