Creaky Old House: A Topsy-Turvy Tale of a Real Fixer-Upper by Linda Ashman, illustrated by Michael Chesworth
Rating: 5 stars
I'm a make-it-work girl married to a make-it-better guy; a little tension between those two approaches sometimes...just sometimes!...exists. I'm happy to say that in this book, my way wins out. Hooray!
I'd heard that Creaky Old House had a good, rollicking rhyme and it was about fixing up a home--something that happens all the time in our wonderful sorta-old home. (It's hard to say that a house built in the '80s is old.) There is always a project going on in our house--sometimes it's just a massive reorganizing effort, but often it's a renovation project that will take months to plan, and then months to occur. Progress is good, I know, but when the status quo is mighty fine, it's hard to buy into progress.
But, as I type, Kiefer is walking around with a drill, "fixing things." It's a toy drill, in case you're concerned about my wisdom in handing out real drills to a toddler.
|Perhaps we have hoarders here?|
But just as the new house design is complete (it only took a few pages...not so realistic if you've ever been through that process!), they realize the youngest kiddo is missing. Uh-oh! Oh, wait. She's just on the porch. And looky there! Lizzie has a triumphant look on her face. She's gone and fixed the doorknob. With her pacifier.
My kind of girl! Although I'd have used duct tape.