Gram and Coachpa have been plotting a surprise for the boys at their cabin for a while. We had no clue what it was, and they were very secretive when mentioning it.
Two weeks ago, Bob and the boys went to find out! (I had to go to a gardening seminar. Yay.)
The boys were thrilled! They built a clubhouse type building off the lower deck of their cabin! The boys are calling it the treehouse.
Here's a long view. My dad has parking for things underneath.
And it's a great little fun room on top.
See how happy? My parents put a bunk bed that my mom's brothers' used when they were little inside. And they also put in a little table and 4 chairs that I got from our church after the tornado.
Unfortunately, the timing wasn't great. Little Elvis got sick, and couldn't enjoy the tree house. But Baby Plum and Cheese Puff did. Those are my old e.t. sheets.
The next week, my mom took the younger two to visit my grandparents, and they stopped to get ice cream. Baby Plum got cookie dough flavor, and Cheese Puff got ice cream flavor. He was insistent on that being his flavor.
He's probably saying "ice cream flavor!" in this picture. He's a stubborn one.
Little Elvis was super upset about missing the ice cream. He had play practice. He was upset that he didn't get to enjoy the tree house because he was sick, he didn't have fun at trunk or treats because he was still not feeling well, and then he missed ice cream for play practice. He told me he was the unluckiest boy in our city.