TTH

Hi, ho, hi ho, it's to TTH we go!  The entire way to TTH, B and H thought we were going to Prince Albert Street.  Bennett just couldn't understand why we needed to bring his fishing pole to Saint Paul.  Once I figured out they had the Jacobson residences confused, I informed them that we were going to the tiny house (right by PUNKY!), then they got super excited.  Not that they are not excited about our state capital, but TTH has a rope swing!

Upon entering the clearning, it's apparent that TTH is anything but 'tiny'.  While the actual house is a bit small, the energy is anything but...  Not to be a super duper cheese ball, but "tranquil" is the best adjective. 

Andy had to work, but Matt was in full parenting mode.  He fished, and cooked, and made sure the kids didn't drown. 

The Tiny House slept the Mr., Mrs. and dog.  There will be room for a babe.  The Proses filled up the Caveman Camper.  For some reason, I have no pics of our residence or of T and me...  Apparently, the scenery stole the show.