The Man Show

If you haven't already figured it out, it's male central at our house every day - gross noises, questionable odors, less-than-desirable housekeeping practices. Though after adopting Heidi last month, I felt a slight hormonal shift in my favor. (I know, Susan, she's a dog. But a girl dog. A girl!)

This weekend's male-bonding activity included lots of wood, power tools, re-wiring, blah, blah, blah ...

The best part was that Joel was so very happy to be doing a project with Dad that when they had to stop for the night, he begged Sean to keep going because he didn't want to have to wait until tomorrow night to work with him more.

I wish he was that enthusiastic about cleaning his room.



It sounds like a big deal, but all that was happening was wiring for a ceiling fan on the screen porch, which led to tearing a panel of the ceiling down, which led to tearing the entire ceiling down to replace it with pine.

And those of you who know Joel will not be surprised to know that he did all the measuring and marking of the boards to be cut - and will be justifiably frightened to know that Sean allowed him to operate both the table saw and the nail gun - yes, a nail gun hooked up to a gigantic air compressor.

I'm just thankful no one ended up with a nail through the temple.