This week has been spent working on the new attached garage. It has officially been attached to the house!
Tuesday...The cement mixer came back for another visit--much to the delight of two boys. The boys wore their rubber boots so they could stand in the mix (like Papa does) before it got set. So, they had looked forward to that and very much enjoyed the chance. Jake wanted to leave and go to storytime at the library after about 30 minutes (so he could see his friends), but Joe stayed behind saying he needed "to help work".
Both boys put a handprint into the garage floor with their name and the date. Josh had Jacob write his own name---which was a big deal to Jake.
As we left the house, we were heading back to Mama and Papa's and as we pulled in the driveway Jake asked, "Will those handprints, letters and numbers still be there?". I could tell he was trying to process the whole idea of what he had just done. So, when we got out of the car, I showed him where Papa, Mama, Rachel and Josh had letters and numbers still in the wood burning stove slab. Then, Jake understood and also remembered Papa had written on the wind generator slab as well. Needless to say, the boys were both anxious to check on their handprints the next day...and were very excited they were still there! :)
Wednesday was a prep day for framing since boards had to be brought from the barn, de-nailed, and cut. Grammie and Grandpa also stopped by on their way to Denver to Aunt Jen. So, we enjoyed showing them around.
Thursday was rainy, rainy, rainy.
But Friday (chilly and windy but sunny), the framed walls went up. Joe's face was priceless when he came around the back of the house Friday afternoon and saw the walls. "Mom! Look at what they did! It has walls!"
Saturday brought a welcomed warmth and lots less wind. So, the trusses were lifted and they started adding plywood. Joe (aka "Helper Joe" as he self-proclaimed and repeatedly referred to himself as) was watching Papa and Dad as we ate lunch on the deck. Out of nowhere he stated he wanted "a thing to hold my hammer like Papa and Dad have...and to hold nails, too". So, I took a rope and rigged up a contraption for him...since he had hung the tape measure on his coat pocket, filled his pockets with random allen wrenches (big and small), and was carrying his hammer. So, with sunglasses on and everything in its place, he now felt he could work with authority. And, he did. He jumped right into what Dad and Papa were doing with the trusses...unafraid to clarify where the next truss was to go, helping carry the trusses, moving the scaffolding for Papa, climbing ladders...well, you get the idea.
Meanwhile, Jake was at work earning money by removing screws from the wood on the deck so it could be re-used elsewhere. At one point, he commented, "This rusty screw should go in the bucket (where we've collected nails that have been removed so we can get money for them). It's orange-ish and can probably be turned into a penny." I think he was referencing the copper color of pennies and thinking that the phrase "being turned into money" was literal! Who knows!?:?:!!! :)
And today, the plywood and the felt paper were added. I left the site before the felt paper was added, but here's how it looked when the boys and I left.
Tuesday...The cement mixer came back for another visit--much to the delight of two boys. The boys wore their rubber boots so they could stand in the mix (like Papa does) before it got set. So, they had looked forward to that and very much enjoyed the chance. Jake wanted to leave and go to storytime at the library after about 30 minutes (so he could see his friends), but Joe stayed behind saying he needed "to help work".
Both boys put a handprint into the garage floor with their name and the date. Josh had Jacob write his own name---which was a big deal to Jake.
As we left the house, we were heading back to Mama and Papa's and as we pulled in the driveway Jake asked, "Will those handprints, letters and numbers still be there?". I could tell he was trying to process the whole idea of what he had just done. So, when we got out of the car, I showed him where Papa, Mama, Rachel and Josh had letters and numbers still in the wood burning stove slab. Then, Jake understood and also remembered Papa had written on the wind generator slab as well. Needless to say, the boys were both anxious to check on their handprints the next day...and were very excited they were still there! :)
Wednesday was a prep day for framing since boards had to be brought from the barn, de-nailed, and cut. Grammie and Grandpa also stopped by on their way to Denver to Aunt Jen. So, we enjoyed showing them around.
Thursday was rainy, rainy, rainy.
But Friday (chilly and windy but sunny), the framed walls went up. Joe's face was priceless when he came around the back of the house Friday afternoon and saw the walls. "Mom! Look at what they did! It has walls!"
Saturday brought a welcomed warmth and lots less wind. So, the trusses were lifted and they started adding plywood. Joe (aka "Helper Joe" as he self-proclaimed and repeatedly referred to himself as) was watching Papa and Dad as we ate lunch on the deck. Out of nowhere he stated he wanted "a thing to hold my hammer like Papa and Dad have...and to hold nails, too". So, I took a rope and rigged up a contraption for him...since he had hung the tape measure on his coat pocket, filled his pockets with random allen wrenches (big and small), and was carrying his hammer. So, with sunglasses on and everything in its place, he now felt he could work with authority. And, he did. He jumped right into what Dad and Papa were doing with the trusses...unafraid to clarify where the next truss was to go, helping carry the trusses, moving the scaffolding for Papa, climbing ladders...well, you get the idea.
Meanwhile, Jake was at work earning money by removing screws from the wood on the deck so it could be re-used elsewhere. At one point, he commented, "This rusty screw should go in the bucket (where we've collected nails that have been removed so we can get money for them). It's orange-ish and can probably be turned into a penny." I think he was referencing the copper color of pennies and thinking that the phrase "being turned into money" was literal! Who knows!?:?:!!! :)
And today, the plywood and the felt paper were added. I left the site before the felt paper was added, but here's how it looked when the boys and I left.
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