House Frames and a Nerf War

My house was invaded today by five tween-aged boys playing war games. They had thirteen Nerf guns between them, ranging from guns that shoot one dart at a time, to fully automatic machine guns. I am torn between the sheer horror of my gentle baby boy choosing to play with guns and shoot his friends and pride at how well behaved all the boys were and how well they all got along while pretending to blow each other's brains out.

I told Tom he looked like Rambo when he was walking around with a gun in each hand, grenades hanging from his belt, several machine gun chains draped around his shoulders and fully loaded clips in his pockets (the boys are now laughing at me because I had to go and ask them what these things were called).

Tom asked me who Rambo was. I felt old.

Cassidy arrived home from Ballarat and seemed glad to see us all. I sure was glad to see her! Grandma said she had been very well behaved and even tried a few new foods while she was there. And her Pop Larry had done the sweetest thing and taken her to buy a new party dress all by himself.

As I mentioned yesterday, the frames are up on our house. Here are some photos of how it looks at the moment.

This is going to be our alfresco area.

This is our living and dining area.
The walls in the existing house are also all framed.

Tomorrow Abbey goes to creche and I hope to get some packing done, it is now only just over five weeks until we move. I have my fingers crossed that the rain holds off until the roof goes on the extension, then the rain can hold us up no longer.