Nearly a year and a half after moving into our house we finally got inspired to put the patio back together thanks to a lot of help (experience, confidence, support and physical labor) from Dad. Finn loved helping his Daddy and Grandpa by carrying bricks from one pile to another.
Since the front yard, including the patio, was excavated to a depth of 9 feet for sewer repairs, two days after we arrived, we never got to know the joys of sitting out front. We have more work ahead to find the perfect furniture for the area but for now we've moved our Adirondack bench up from the backyard and are enjoying visiting with neighbors as they come and go.
Finn talked for months before Halloween arrived of how he was going to be a shark AND that the mailman was going to deliver the shark costume. Knowing that the mailman doesn't just deliver costumes magically (without someone ordering and paying for them) I was left with the one option of figuring out how to make him his very own shark costume. So, I pulled out an old sweatshirt of mine, bought some felt at the store and began cutting, gluing and sewing. Two hours later he had the perfect costume, complete with a fin on back (unfortunately we never got a side shot to show it). At least for all the effort he got to wear it three times: his school party Thursday, around the neighborhood trick-or-treating with friends Saturday, and then up to pot-luck Halloween Party Sunday in Summit Park, which Chris and I decided to scrape together costumes for. Can you tell what we were?
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