The True Meaning of Labor Day

Wait, what? You're supposed to rest on Labor day? Ah, I thought you were supposed to labor extra hard. Well, forgive me. I'm not from this country... I just didn't know any better. (hee hee ... I've been using that excuse for over 20 years!)

We had this not-so-little playhouse for Sophie & Sydney delivered about 3 weeks ago. The guy who brought it over on his trailer just dumped it in our backyard -- NOT where I wanted it -- and left. Of course, we didn't have enough manpower to move it until this weekend. It literally had the front door facing away from our house and it was at a really funky angle. So, what better opportunity to get this house into it's proper location than when we have 8 strong men gathered in one place? ... and lots of beer to offer as a reward! :)

Even the 8 of them had a hard time moving this house. I swear it looked much smaller when I saw it from the side of the road. And from what I hear, it is much heavier than it looks too. Well, I wouldn't know... I was busy snapping pics and laughing at all these strong men huffing and puffing over a little kids' playhouse... LOL! Oh, and you'd better believe I heard all the whining ... "I'm too old for this!," "I'm too out of shape!," "You'll get my medical bill in the mail!" Yeah, yeah... whatever! hee hee

It's almost there... just push it back a bit more...

Now, just a little bit to the right, guys!

OK, how 'bout we go a little to the left. I promise we're almost there! ;)

Once the house was properly located, it became the center of operations for our Labor Day celebration. The kids turned it into a restaurant, then a hotel, then a hospital... and at some point I overheard that there was a password required to enter it, so I guess it must have become some sort of secret spy center or something.



The next big project is to paint the playhouse. The girls are not quite digging the John Deere colors, LOL! Sophie wants pink, of course. Sydney doesn't care, but I'm sure she'd love pink. Jon doesn't want it to be an eyesore... he wants something neutral. So the trip to the paint store should be an interesting one. Somehow, I think I'll be the one stuck with the painting task. Jon has a pretty good excuse already to get out of it! ;)