We keep plugging away out there. Yesterday morning I went out early (6:30) and finished up layering the stove with clay. There are a couple finishing touches that will need to be done but for the most part, what you see is what we get.
Here's Dennis working on the bottom bunk of the girls' bed. After I snapped the picture he said, "That's funny, I never once used this level on this bed." He was posing for you. I'm not sure that he actually used the hammer either. Notice his shirt, Mom?
Top bunk + bottom bunk: both levels will have protective railings. The wall plastic will go directly behind. The space you see between the bunks and the pole in the background is where Winnie will go in her playpen. The bunks and that area will be divided by a curtain wall.
This is the very beginning of our kitchen counter. He got more finished before he came home last night but didn't get a picture of it yet. I plan to take the kids out this morning. I haven't taken them out for the last two days because the claying job was a messy one. Button will be so excited to see their bed. She's been talking about the bunk bed at Jungle Camp for a few days now.
The past couple of days have stretched me in many ways, and I'm finding that my grief over my dad is very close to the surface. I think that is a good thing. A couple of conversations I've had with some classmates have sparked a lot of emotional release- aka tears. Sorry if I've scared any of you! I am as surprised as you are to find myself breaking down on the trail back from Jungle Camp. I miss him. I'd love to tell him everything about this Jungle Camp experience. He was a builder and handyman, always working with his hands. His dream was to build his own home, and he never got to do it. And here we are, building our little Jungle home.