Dollhouse Carnage

As you saw from the Christmas post, we built a dollhouse. I'm not sure how Kristin got me to agree to this project. One, I hate projects. Two, we have two boys, so why do we need a dollhouse. I have a feeling Kristin wanted to do it because it gave her the opportunity to use spray paint (on all the little furniture we bought). I think I ended up agreeing to the project thinking they could fill the house with super heroes, army guys and maybe an Aaron Rodgers figurine - nothing girlie about that stuff.

It ended up not being too difficult. The kids will just have to watch out for the couple protruding nails and some rough edges. Otherwise it should be safe and will hopefully stay together.

All put together

Primed

So far the dollhouse furniture is not holding up, and I have never been more proud. I am glad that the dollhouse has not turned Cole and Henry into a couple of Sally's; although maybe the furniture is just cheap and fragile. Nonetheless, I'd rather see dollhouse items get broken than Cole and Henry in a serious game of dress up.

All the broken item thus far.

Right after I took a picture of all the items awaiting repair, Henry stomped on this and broke it.

 

Another one down.

We will soon be in the market for some sturdier dollhouse furniture but in the meantime we are just happy the boys actually play with the dollhouse. Sometimes they set up the rooms and put the figures in the tub or to bed...but mostly they have them base jump off the roof or stack all the furniture on top of them or try to break the furniture. Like I said, I have never felt so proud.