The playhouse that Aria got for her second birthday did not last long at all. Not even a full year. It was plastic and was pretty much destroyed by two things: 1) the sun, and 2) our boys.
Our boys!! They play in our yard with the soccer ball and baseball as if they are on a full size field. Drives me crazy. There are holes in the old playhouse from baseballs being thrown at it, and the door broke off from a soccer ball being kicked into it. So, we have a new rule now: NO PLAYING BALL in the backyard! I hate to be a backyard Nazi, but wow…those boys can be destructive!
So we bought this new playhouse recently, which seems to be a bit more sturdy. And it’s so pretty! I mean, wow…I would have loved to have had a playhouse like this when I was little. Did they even make these things back then? I wonder.
Aria loves to water her flowers that sit on the window ledge of the playhouse.
When I was growing up, a “playhouse” only happened when a big appliance was bought and we’d get the box that it was delivered in. Then we’d draw in some windows and a door, grab a butter knife and cut away. And of course we’d call it a “clubhouse” or a “fort” — not a playhouse. The thing would usually last only about a day, but boy, that was some fun! Even to this day, the smell of cardboard brings me back…
photo from Google Images