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Weekend Chores

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These kids love their blanket forts. 

I love mornings on the porch.

I do not like fixing bikes, no matter what Brooke thinks.

After I got a flat tire on my bike the tire was torn so it was time to replace. I found some tires from REI that were my size. They were online order only. Once they arrived and I tried to install them, we couldn't get them to fit. Turns out 26.5" bike tires are not the same as 26 1/2" bike tires. We brought them back to REI and purchased new ones. These tires fit, but were too beefy to fit under the fender. At this rate I was never getting my bike back. 

FYI look at the number like 650B and not the standard measurement.

On our busy days, the kids are on their own. 

Only busy because I told Brooke we neeeded to take a week off from constant vacation.

Now that Theo is 6, he doesn't really need the monkey bars. 

I think he does, but what do I know.

I swapped out the bars for handle bars. Now I'm not so sure. 

That can't be comfortable.

When the seat is at my height the handles are awkwardly low for Theo. 

After our little bit of time away, the picnic table I built was weathering fast. My dad suggested using a deck stain since it would be outside year round. We chose a reddish hue but on the table it was looking bright orange. 

Ah, well.

My least favorite pastime in the world: painting this massive duplex. Well, actually priming. Do people really follow the rule that says no painting in direct sunlight?

It was looking a little better once it was all coated. 

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