Sad to see you go . . .

Even the stuffies get in on the fun.

Quite possibly the one thing we have been the proudest of, and will miss the most, is our climbing wall. It began as a joke when we were originally house shopping: "I like this house, it has a nice kitchen, big yard, 27 bedrooms, but where would the climbing wall go?" Then last year for D's birthday I gave  him a set of climbing holds, sort of as a gag gift. He ran with it. Within a month, that wall was erected in our 2 story stairwell. Now, every kid who comes to our house scampers up that wall as soon as they're in the front door (a few grown ups have too!) It's also created some great bonding time for my boys and their daddy.

We'd originally thought that we could put a sign on it telling potential buyers that the wall could stay or go, their choice. But when the stager came through, it was one of the first things she said to get rid of. D pouted for a few days, but ultimately was happy about it since: a) deep down he really wanted to keep it, and b) if it had to come down sometime, better for it to happen before the painters came through rather than after.


So up he shimmied with his drill all ready to take out the screws holding it in place. He designed it to be easy to remove (see, I told you he really didn't want to leave it behind), but unfortunately, a few of the screws didn't get the memo and that you-know-what was a blankity-blank to get down! Oh well, it is down now and even left smaller holes in the walls than some of our shelves! And I got a great view while D was working. ;-)