It seems like every week, something new is happening at my house. I mean, when you live with a 4-year old, something new is always happening. Shaving cream murals in the bathtub, macaroni in the carpet, and strangely colored cats are among the things that happen with an astonishing regularity in my house. But lately, we've been letting the kiddo play with the power tools. Just kidding. No, really, I'm just kidding. He just holds the hammer and bucket of nails while his Papa and I build.
This week's project?
It has long been recognized that the stairs up to the porch at my house are at the very least a safety concern and definately a safety hazard. And after nearly ripping a toenail off the other night in the dark, I had enough.
This is what my stairs looked like:
Yikes, right? And no, that's not the angle of the photo, that wood "stair" really does lean like that.
After two hours, this is what the new stairs looked like.
And since a) I can't stand the bushes in front of my house, and b) I needed steps down into the yard near the front door...
We built them too...
I'll post photos of the concrete work next week!