The day started out a nice 68 degrees - warm even for Texas. And despite the fact that they got a late start because Brock's truck got towed (and Brock was supposed to pick up the parts - sorry Brock!), it seemed as though it might go together rather smoothly. Then, when they were 3 hours into it and only 8 pieces of lumber had been assembled and the pile of lumber left to assemble was mountainous. And, the 68 degress was making a swift a decline as the forewarned cold front showed up early, I thought we might be in trouble. But, call it dumb luck or maybe a Christmas miracle, but 6 short hours later, the fort was assembled and ready to be the culprit in countless bumps, bruises, broken bones and general mischief!
So, it turns out that it was a little frustrating - mostly, when I popped out to provide a little comic relief, which I soon learned was not appreciated by my husband.
And the time estimation is fairly accurate if you have a crew of 4 very handy men, one of whom has previous experience assembling a similar project. But, the look on Tate's face when he finally realized what was now in his very own back yard makes it worth it. Of course, that is easy for me to say as my only part in the whole scheme was collecting the money and paying for it - oh, and providing lunch.
Thanks to all who helped . . . Grandma Tanya, Grandpa Val, G-Ma Mellie, and G-Pa Scott for funding the project, and to Brock, Niel, Jay and "Daddy" for donating the time and labor. You made a very happy Christmas for one Tater. So happy, even the one of the coldest mornings of the year - only 21 degrees - couldn't keep him indoors.
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