My kids seemed to have had a crazy fun summer this year. In addition to getting chickens, going to Queen Elizabeth, and visiting with Grandparents, they got pretty creative outside.
Timothy and our friend Joel, with a little bit of help(both manually and financially) from the sisters built this house. In Ugandan culture, when the boys reach about the age of 13 or so, they move out of the main house (where they would often be sleeping in the same room/bed as mom and dad) and they build their own house there on the compound. It's actually more like building one's own bedroom. Of course Timothy has his bed and room inside our more Americanized house here, but that didn't stop him from still wanting to build a house. So he bought bricks, made mud for the mortar, bought tin roofing and even laid a concrete floor. (And Mama dealt with loads of muddy clothes and many muddy footprints into the pantry where the cookies are kept.) They also made a loft and ladder, so they can cram more people into the little hut. His friend, Joel helped show him how to do it all and they worked side by side. They are super excited to spend the night out there some time soon.
But in the last couple days, they have been
minorly majorly distracted with thoughts of building a zip line. They plotted and planned and tried this and that and finally found the "perfect" rope and stick.
yea...it starts pretty high up...have I mentioned we live in Africa?
I said to Eric, (after I was eagerly called out to watch my children jump from terrifying heights putting their trust in a rope that they tied up and a stick to which they frantically call to each other, "Whatever you do, don't let go.")
"I think this is the point at which we are probably better off buying a real zip line."
And he quickly and wisely responded, "I think this is the point at which we are better off starting school so they stop building zip lines."
...although their creativity makes me smile...
but still...it's time to hit the books kids!