Swing baby!

Disclaimer: I've been slightly hesitant to write this blog for fear that OUR pleasure has resulted in our friend Marc's annoyance. Dear Marc gave us the better part of his Saturday to disassemble a playset we bought on craigslist and delivered it to our house. What a friend. That being said, here's my real post:

WHOOO HOOOO!! We are fitting in quite well with super suburban living. We are the proud new owners of (drumroll, please) a playset.

If you have visions in your head of rusty, creaky tin-ish structures that break easily and jostle every time someone swings, then you're not far off. The only difference is that this unit is a bit heavier so we don't expect toppling. We are anticipating some pretty spectacular splinters, however. Ah, childhood.

Dan and Marc were disassembly fiends on Saturday. Within 4 hours they had broken down the mammoth into bite sized pieces. I attribute this success to the coffee and donuts they had enjoyed earlier. They claim that they're smart and strong. Whatever.

After Dan and Marc dumped the puzzle-ish wood pieces of the playset on our backyard, they hauled back towards Marc's neck of the woods to return said friend. Morgan and I rested a little, but not for long. Neighbors started coming out of the woodwork to see what landed on our lawn. They offered their help for the resassembly in the form of hoots and hollers, libations and general manual assistance. The latter was offered under the breath in hopes that we wouldn't hear.

We plan to restain Morgan's new playset. That's for OUR benefit, of course. Morgan wouldn't care.

In the end, our math was right: Child + Playset= Happiness.