Happiness is a bowl of flour

Well things have been going pretty well around here. We've gotten some work done...Carter helped knock a hole in a wall for a door, we helped turn an old pig stall into a chicken coop, finished building a playhouse, and other odds and ends.

Before shot of what will be the bathroom...

 Before shot from the other side (the bedroom)...

After from bedroom...

After from bath...

We just finished up the playhouse today and moved it around to the front of the house. The kids didn't waste any time braking it in...

I'm not sure if you can see the flowers on top of the house very well. Melanie, our host, said this is some kind of French tradition: to put a bouquet of flowers on top of a new house. At least that is what her mother told her to do.

You know what else makes kids happy, apparently? Flour. Forget the milk and cookies, just give them a bowl of flour and they'll giggle and lick their hands in delight. I was making some bread, and they were all wanting to eat the dough. When I turned the dough out to knead it and sat the bowl down (which still had a good bit of flour in the bottom), the kids grabbed it and went to town.