We had the outside of our house repainted today (what is it, home repair week around here?). This involved having all our doors and windows covered and taped. While we were INSIDE the house. Because where else were we going to go, really?

When the painters finally took the plastic wrap stuff off one of the doors, I had to a strong urge to run out into the middle of the street. Just because I could. But some number of children (3) would probably have followed me, plus I would have had to walk directly past the still-painting painters to get back into the house, so I just sat down and stared out the door for a while with the littler two on my lap. Good times.

We spent the afternoon felting soap. (Do not make fun of me, I happen to know that a great many of you are crafty, too. Even if you make more practical things than felted soap.) (And yes, I should totally post a picture, but I do not have a functional digital camera.) When Dane came home, the kids made him go immediately to examine their creation. “It’s soap, Daddy!” They shrieked. “Soap covered in wool felt!”

“I can see that,” he told them cheerfully, then whispered to me, “But WHY? WHY did you cover soap with wool felt?” Again: Just because I could. Or rather, because the kids could. With almost no help. And it takes a loooong while. Which is helpful when you’ve been sealed in your own home with painter’s tape.