Retro rattles

What have we been doing this weekend? Well, I decided that it was time to unearth from the attic what I remembered to be one of the world's largest collection of rattles. Daughter 1 particularly, as a baby, took a lot of entertaining if I were ever to succeed in doing the dishes or changing the beds. Above, you see some of the items with which I used to attempt to divert her. Since I hoped to be a granny one day, I didn't get rid of these once the youngest (Son) had passed the rattle stage. These are only the small baby toys. I have lots more for later stages of development.
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I spent quite a long time washing them.

Grandson tested them out today. That yellow one beside his foot is Daughter 1's very first rattle. I referred to them as "antique" rattles but she took slight exception to the term and suggested "retro".

He had fun with them, whatever they are.

Meanwhile, Mr Life began tackling my list of Things I Want You To Do Once You Retire by making a door for this shelf. It holds our hats and scarves and gloves and can get rather messy in the winter, when we keep going in and out, taking such items on and off the shelf. I didn't take a "before" picture but you can imagine what it looked like: a shelf.

And now look: a wee cupboard. There is a slight unforeseen snag, which is that since the door folds down to be horizontal and sticking outwards (see first shelf picture) and I am not as tall as Mr Life, I now can't quite reach the back. But a plaintive cry brings Mr Life running, so that's ok.

Then, neatly swerving from my List, he made himself a little work station (this is it folded up, but it's like a little desk with a light) for working on his model railway layout (not that he has one yet but he has ambitions. No, I don't really understand why either, but you know. If it makes him happy.). As you can see, this doubles as a cat lookout station.

And my amaryllis is flowering nicely.

As are my supermarket daffodils.

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I sometimes wonder how we cope with the excitement.