The chainsaw on the left started it all.
The boys Grandpa made it for their dad when he was around their age.
I love it.
The ax is all me…
I was driving around and realized it was perfect weather for a lumberjack shoot (odd things pop in my head all the time).
I hurried home already planning in my mind how I would piece together an ax so we would have two tools instead of one.
I did not want this to be a reenactment of the civil war.
Two boys + 1 tool = trouble
So I started digging around in my husbands garage and found a piece of wood that would work (I hoped).
Lets just say lots of sweat, lots of winging it, and lots of dangerous tools I had no business using and we had an ax!
My husband has asked that I do not use certain tools while alone again.
I had already come to that conclusion.
My youngest is pouting because HE wanted to use the ax.
The creator part of my was smiling but the mom part of me won out and I had to correct him.
He is such a cute little woodsmen.
Love.
My yard is awesome.
We all had fun and mommy kept all her fingers!
Success!
