I think I've talked about our house in past blogs. We purposefully bought a small house for a lot of reasons besides financial. We wanted to basically be in one another faces for good and bad so we had to learn to live with each other. I remember taking a sociology of family class in college and taking away that nugget of information. So small house, but also old house. 1932. There have been several owners that have done various degrees of terrible things to "update" our home. To a contractor it is an endless list of repairs.
One of the things that never has managed to get crossed off the list is this small hole in the kitchen floor. I'm not really even embarrassed about it because of the endless hours of entertainment this said floor-hole has provided. Seriously.
We have wood floors and they were installed poorly and over time a hole wore in one of the boards in between the kitchen and the living room (aka Big Room). We used to have a chunk of wood that fit it, which was lovingly duct taped from the basement by the previous owners.
Jack was the first one whose curiosity was peaked by this. He would throw anything down this hole and look and listen for it to hit the floor (or duct work) below. It was apparently HILARIOUS. It actually was hilarious to watch him. Sometimes he would be looking for something and would need to check the basement and would lay flat on his stomach with his little eye peeking down into the basement. It was really fun when he could burn some energy by throwing something down and running to the basement and back to retrieve the toy and do it again.
Of course the fascination wore off, but induced fascination with Madeline and now Noah. It has seemed to appeal more to the boys than Maddie. John is tall enough to reach up through the floor and start a whole other set of floor-ceiling games.
I always liked going into the basement and calling to the kids from below the floor hole until they peeked down. You can see how big they are smiling by the part of their eye you can see from below.
Who would have thought that something which might provoke embarrassment from some would turn into something I don't want to fix. Thanks small old house from both a sociology standpoint, but from a simple entertainment standpoint as well.
