It's safe to say I was a spoiled toddler.
My dad would often say, "You're spoiled! Do you know that!?"
To which I would respond, "Well yes, but at least I'm not a spoiled brat."
A sweet, yet spoiled, child I was...
My playhouse is proof of me being spoiled.
Most children have miniature, plastic playhouses (you know the ones with the little teal shutters and no floor). Not I.
My dad build this charming, rustic, retreat for me (when I was about 2 or 3 years old) from the trees they had taken down while clearing out yard space.
No plastic shutters here! I had a real picture window (I believe it was actually a french door turned sideways or something like that - hehe).
Back in the day their was a sandbox out in the front yard and a mailbox off to the right.
The swing-set was also near by.
Does it get much better than that!?
And, of course, my mom had it all decorated. At one point I remember it being a schoolhouse theme.
It certainly got good use! I have many special memories in my beloved playhouse.
It is now a garden shed...
Although I would imagine when little grand kids come along it will be converted back to its original purpose. :)
What a blessed little girl I was...and still am!
Have a wonderful week!!