Nana camp is an invitation only event. My mother-in-law takes all of her grandchildren for a week of crafts, activities and general grandparent indulgence. This year while Max and Lucy traveled to Nana camp Harper and I took our first plane ride up to Michigan to visit my parents. My parents have yet to see Harper and so we took this opportunity to introduce them to their seventh grandchild. This left David home by himself. FOR A WHOLE WEEK.
During his unexpected bachelor time he decided to do some home improvement projects. While I was envisioning the hanging of shelves or the painting of walls, he envisioned maybe hanging a picture and going fishing. Now, he did hang the pictures in the kitchen and I am incredibly grateful for that. However, this is what I found sitting on my kitchen counter when I returned:
This is a phenomenon. Most women I talk to speak of the same occurrence in their household. A home improvement is FINALLY completed only to be left with a table/counter full of tools. I’ve actually waited to see how long it would take David to put the tools away and the longest I’ve been able to hold out was four months. His argument? He is planning on still using those tools to do another project. Where? When? What? Nobody knows, but someday he will need those tools again and it would be so much more convenient to use them if they just sat on the kitchen counter until then.
Even though Max was the only boy at Nana camp with a plethora of female cousins he managed to have a great time swimming, fishing and playing in the air conditioning (he wasn’t so keen on playing outside and being hot). He also left me a little surprise on the kitchen counter:
Max gleefully explained to me that he made a “brown snowman”. So very thoughtful of him to bring me back such a sweet homemade gift from camp.
Ahhh boys, you gotta love ’em.