Back in the first part of July, I was trying to find the kids who had gone outside to play. As I walked passed some bushes I overheard this conversation:"Zander, this is going to be our secret fort. You can't tell anyone about it. I brought some toys in my backpack to play with...a pink pillow, a dog toy, and a piglett toy. Now let's play!"
It was so sweet and reminded me of all the forts my brother and I used to make outside.
I was finally invited to see the new fort and it I think our kids have found a great fort in our new yard. It is so roomy, even grown-ups can stand up inside. These pictures were taken last week. The next day it started raining, and it has been raining ever since. The first picture is of Natalie going into the fort, then in the next one she is just walking through (I am taking it from inside the fort). Next you see Natalie and Zander sweeping their fort with a broom made out of a branch.
4 comments:
That's cool. You can even teach them how to boobie trap it so when the neighboor kids with the cool barbies come over they'll be in for a supprise!!! Muuuhahaha! It will be evil. Like the fruits of the devil.
I remember those forts. I still am digging up old pieces of carpeting that was buried in some of the forts.
I am sure my mother could tell you about some of the forts I had growing up.
It must be a genetic thing.
Love,
Dad
I loved making forts as a kid - when I was Nat's age we lived at the coast - where the forest was our back yard...and we had a tree fort. Then when we moved to the "big city" ( I know you understand that one) our forts were made by using the picnic table and dad's poncho from the Marines - very fond memories
I love it. And to have such cooperative kids who actually help each other sweep out their fort.
We used to make "rooms" in the Scotch broom back in the field by the woods when I was a kid. The stuff was so big that I had roofs - but not so big that a grown-up could go inside. Of course you had to make sure to avoid the ant hills - those red-headed ants could sure bite.
Love, Mom
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