After our last move, I was left with several large boxes. They have been doing tons of good in our basement gathering dust. Yesterday I was blessed with a stroke of genius (or at least a stroke of "kind of smart"). Jackson is just the right age to start appreciating forts and playhouses, so I put my natural engineering abilities to work.

I had wonderful plans of building a fort to resemble this beauty:


Alas, mine ended up more like this.




Fortunately Jackson couldn't tell the difference. He quickly figured out how to launch himself through its tiny window.


It even "fit" Greg. (Fit is a relative term)


So far, taking residence in the new "house" is doggie, blanket, the laptop (so he can watch movies of course!), and an entire basket full of toys. The best part is that he spent the morning making me pretend waffles, soup, and cereal from his house. Now if only he could learn that for real, he would be worth his weight in gold (and 30 pounds is a lot of gold!)



My next cardboard masterpiece? Cardboard car.