Remember the hay Papa the Farmer brought home yesterday? Well, so did the Little Farmhands! I went outside this morning to find this:
Children love hay! I am convinced it’s in their DNA.
Actually, for a long time, Papa the Farmer has been interested in building a straw bale house. This isn’t exactly what he has in mind, but today, we built him one.
Would you like a tour? Just
walk crawl in through the old cabinet front front door:
Below is the bedroom. I was informed that it is where Jesus was born. (Please don’t rush to make our hay house a historic site quite yet. Let me check their facts first. I’m pretty sure Bethlehem was not in Texas!)
We even have a garage! (Boys love their cars!)
The Little Farmgirl wanted it to be a kitchen, but I guess her brother won when he drove in and parked his car where she was going to put the table.
There’s a back window (with a built in window seat!) …
…that doubles as a fire escape:
It’s hard to tell, but he’s jumping out the window shouting, “Fire! Fire!” (I imagine that a fire in house like this would really be a problem.)