Empty Boxes
Ok, um. So I was going to write this big long post about how exciting it is moving into a 100-year-old house, and finding doors that had been plastered over, and chimneys that no longer go anywhere, and fantasizing about hidden treasure in the basement. But I don't seem to have managed to write that post yet, so instead I'm going to jump right on in to the day-to-day of unpacking.
(Yes, we are STILL unpacking. We sort of got swept up in the day-to-day of school and work, and left most of the non-essential boxes to gather dust in the corner for two months.)
Today Alex and Aubrey discovered empty moving boxes lying in the main hallway. Ah, the towers. The rampaging. The barricades with fist-sized slots for pop guns.
For their final trick, the children walled off the door to the kitchen, and Aubrey taped a pair of signs to the front of the boxes. "Sorry, the kitchen is blocked off", and a big red circle with the word "Kitchen" behind a diagonal red line. All in adorable 2nd-grade handwriting.
(Yes, we are STILL unpacking. We sort of got swept up in the day-to-day of school and work, and left most of the non-essential boxes to gather dust in the corner for two months.)
Today Alex and Aubrey discovered empty moving boxes lying in the main hallway. Ah, the towers. The rampaging. The barricades with fist-sized slots for pop guns.
For their final trick, the children walled off the door to the kitchen, and Aubrey taped a pair of signs to the front of the boxes. "Sorry, the kitchen is blocked off", and a big red circle with the word "Kitchen" behind a diagonal red line. All in adorable 2nd-grade handwriting.