Seems like lately I’ve been blogging about activities that have required a little bit of preparation rather than something that has just sort of happened in our everyday. So here’s something that was totally unplanned, and actually something we were trying to prevent Cutie Pie from participating in since it required there to be a pretty large gap in our deck.
We are replacing some boards on our deck and Cutie Pie wanted so badly to help his daddy. To keep him occupied, and away from the gap between the boards, Cutie Pie first tried his hand at the real hammer, hitting nails on the boards Hubby was going to pry up. Then when Hubby was ready to nail down some boards Cutie Pie helped his daddy with the nails. He was told how many to pull out of the box to hand to daddy and counted them all by himself! He was so proud! Through this little activity of helping we realized he can count much higher than he could even a few days ago!
Now, I was saying to my husband today that my blog just doesn’t seem very exciting. He decided to give it a go and below is his rendition of what happened. Warning, it will now include peril and great exaggeration.
As a result of taking some boards off the deck, there was of course a giant gaping hole with about a forty foot drop to the sharp pointed rocks below. Cutie Pie was blissfully yet precariously perched on the brink of the giant gaping hole, happily counting the nails – the sharp, steely 2 1/2 inch galvanized decking nails. Daddy turned his back on Cutie Pie for significant periods of time as he placed the boards and hammered nails into them with reckless abandon, swinging the heavy claw hammer to and fro wildly. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” I screamed, as I witnessed Cutie Pie innocently toddling towards the precipice, inches away from the flailing hammer, carrying two handfuls of extremely pointy nails!
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