Building Bridges...

The last two days, I undertook an epic project, that I wasn't sure I could finish. Not because it was hard, but my three year old insisted on helping. I am glad for one thing in particular, and that being there were no moms, grammys, nanas or mimis around to witness. I'll start from somewhere around the middle. I had a ramp going up to my tool shed in the back yard. We bought another shed for storage, because I wanted my tool shed back. We had to disassemble the ramp in order to get the new one in between the house and the old one. This was last year. I am a bit of a procrastinator. So this week, with the nice weather and all, I decided it was time to have my ramp back. So Carson and I went to work. The reason I am glad it was just the two of us is because I was dealing a lot will rusty old nails, having to take them out of the wood and Carson just couldn't help but help. So his job was to pick up the rusty nails I didn't need and throw them in the trash can. I know, I am a beacon of wisdom. Give the kid a job, and he stays out of the way. So we rebuilt the ramp with little or no injuries to myself and the kid. When we were done Carson yells out, "Oh my Gosh Jorgan, WE built a Bridge!!!" I know what your thinking, and yes it is true, Carson most of the time now calls me by my name. It is kind of funny, especially since he pronounces the D as a G.