Helping Dad

We have lived in this particular house since mid-March, making it about 4 months here. Also meaning that we have about 5 months left here. For some reason I figured that it was about time (and worth the time) to start putting stuff on the walls. Don't ask. When we lived in Moose Jaw it was one of the first things I did but somehow I missed it this time when we moved.

Regardless, we now have a few things up on the wall and wow, does it feel good. Feels a lot more homey. But the real story is about dad and his boy.

Our boys love to help, in any way, shape or form. For this particular project Lane just happened to be able to use tools. Real tools. And most of them his. To say he was excited might be an understatement.

To hang the quilt in our living room they used nails. Dad started one and then lifted Lane up so he could "help" drive the nail in with his own hammer. He had no problem hitting the nail, he just didn't have quite enough "umph" to drive it in. No matter. That's what dads are for.

The living room was easy. On to the kitchen/dining area. Using power tools are way more fun! And yes, our son has his own drill. And he got to drill his very first hole using an actual drill bit. Cloud nine? Not really, but definitely proud of himself.

Using a screwdriver to drive the screw into the hole he drilled. It's not quite as easy as dad makes it look.

See? Dad to the rescue.

And here's the finished product. A bit of colour, a bit of art and a little bit of us. We're liking it.

Even if the kid has to make a funny face just because the camera is out.