The Clubhouse

Remember a couple years ago when we bought that huge tent and set it up in the living room?  Yeh, this winter it's boxes.

Our new recliners came in these gigantic boxes.  We both took one look at the boxes and said, "don't throw those out yet".  "Let's make a clubhouse!"

So I came home from work at the beginning of January and there it was, smack-dab in the middle of my living room.  And by middle, I mean, you had to sit at a certain angle otherwise the remote control wouldn't work on the cable box!

Can you see the writing?  John's Clubhouse.

The clubhouse was big enough that all 4 of us could fit inside.

Man, it was hot in there too.

Oh yeah, can you see behind me that I'm sitting on the Elmo couch?

That's right, a furnished clubhouse!  Nothing but the best for us.

And there's a "sun-roof"!  Thank God for ventilation!

Of course, more windows.  We also decorated the outside.  Nothing like the style of a four-year old.

John tried to sleep in the clubhouse one night.  But it was too hot and he was too excited to sleep so eventually he was banished up to his bedroom.

Riley, oddly enough he liked the clubhouse. Probably because it was warm and noone bothered him.

The clubhouse lasted about 3 weeks in the house.  

Then sadly, we had to evict the tenants and tear down the structure.  Poor John.  Poor Riley.

I'm sure in a couple of months something else will take over our house.