Ever since Jack could pull himself to a standing position, he's loved little playhouses. Our friend has one in their backyard and there's one at the local indoor playground...and he LOVES them. He'll spend literally 30 minutes just opening and closing the door, shutting the windows, walking in and out and around. It's weird but he loves it. So Grandma and Grandpa were nice enough to buy Jack a house of his own which we put together this weekend. (By "we" I mean my very skilled husband.) It was a huge hit!
The next morning was so funny. It was early around 6:30 and Jack was still in his pajamas when he went to the back door and started pounding on it like he wanted to go outside. I don't usually let him go outside that early when it's still wet out and he's in PJs. But this morning he just wouldn't let it go. He started screaming and crying and throwing a massive temper tantrum. So finally I just opened the door and he raced out. He got to the grass, pointed at his new little house and started giggling uncontrollably. He raced over to that thing so fast...it was pretty darn adorable.