When we moved in, the downstairs hall looked like this...
I painted the doors and walls, but that's as far as I ever got.
At least up until now, when I finally couldn't take it anymore.
I won't lie - I'm dang proud that I tolerated it as long as I did.
So this weekend, I scavenged from all around the house
(indeed the cheapest way to decorate)
and came up with this, that will have to work for now.
But minutes after I finished, I heard banging in the other room.
What the heck is that noise?
And where did my hammer go??
Apparently Brendan got tired of this arrangement...
and decided hang things like Mommy does...
oh yeah, all the way down to holding the next nail in his mouth.
A very chapped mouth.
"Monkey see. Monkey do. Monkey get in trouble too."
C'mon, how could I get too mad?
Look at this masterpiece!