This post is way, way overdue! As a Christmas present to my boys my dad decided to build them an actual clubhouse down over the hill. With spotty weather it was a long process but the finished product was grand! It started just before Christmas when dad showed up in the back yard with a platform- perfect for jumping off and onto (unless you're me and you think you're 18 but realize a little too late that your hops aren't what they used to be. I made it, barely, and had the shin bruises to prove it.) It was also great for dancing and shooting bbs from.
Shortly after, the walls arrived and things were starting to take shape. 
Mr. Happy-I'm-not-in-school-yet-so-I-can-be-a-helper "helped" (a term I use lightly) dad with some small portions of the club. 
Bobby's dad also came over to shoulder some of the workload.
Here's my dad, Master Clubhouse designer and builder and super cool Granpa.
The shingle day didn't exactly go as planned. We had leftover shingles from the house we were using and things just weren't going right. Dad and I, much to his chagrin, could not for the life of us figure out why they weren't lying correctly! One call to Brent and Carl with A to Z Roofing and things were rectified (It always helps if you're using the correct shingles!). 
Next thing you know one of their workers was at the house with an air gun and some talent and knocked out the shingles on our super clubhouse for free! We were some seriously pleased AND thankful clients! 
Next up was the painting that my mom and I tackled. It was all coming together! 
Finally, in spring, all was completed! The trees came in nicely and provided some great coverage for our little clubhouse!
Next step: Inside furnishings. Despite Rhett's request for a t.v. on the wall, we ended up with some chairs, a little table and a nice outdoor rug to make it feel homey. I've been in there recently and the floor was scattered with gatorade bottles and miscellaneous empty boxes of raisins and such. All it needed was a loser friend sleeping on the floor and it would've been a frat house of sorts :)
One thing the boys love to do is have their friend's join the "club" by writing their name on the wall with sharpie. I really don't know what rights being a "member" grants you but everyone seems to think it's cool. I think it will be fun to see all these names on the wall years and years from now.
To make the house useable at night we put lanterns throughout. Thank you Lowe's for pricing those crazy low! 
So, the Morgan Clubhouse is now fully complete and in it's short life has housed many a child, some indians, some robbers. I've heard cops in there. And orphans ("Let's pretend we have NO mom and dad and we have to live in here alone!" Pilgrims have been served dinner and friends have shared yogurt smoothies. 
How grand it is to have a place for friendships to blossom, memories to be made, and fun times to be had! 
And, just in case the kids read this one day, there WILL be remote cameras installed once you reach dating age. This will not be "kissing clubhouse"!!
Thanks to all the hands that made our clubhouse! We love it!
My kiddo sung his heart out and was right on cue with all the motions. I did not get a very good seat despite being 45 minutes early because parents of kindergartners are wacko and I'm pretty sure they just go straight to the gym to get a seat straight out of car rider line. 
Moving on: We had our Thanksgiving Day celebration at mom and dad's house. Here's what I look like since I hardly ever make it on the other side of the camera:
Here are the boys and Lanie after completing their turkey hunt.
And here's what filled my tummy and put me into a Thanksgiving coma:
Well, the coma was probably caused by the sweet potato casserole, sister schubert rolls, and the apple pie and ice cream. Who knows. I do know that I have LOTS to be thankful for this year and I'm so happy to celebrate it with my family! Happy Thanksgiving!
