There isn’t a bit of clothing on him that didn’t belong to someone else first – from his thrift store coat to his sister’s old pink boots.
He doesn’t seem to mind at all. (For now.)
School was closed yesterday and again today, and Dave has been off work to enjoy it with us.
I made pancake men for a late and leisurely breakfast.
We did the melty crayon craft and hung our artwork in the front living room window.
Our plans for today include a jigsaw puzzle.
He told me he’s getting too old to wear baseball caps. But he’s not too old for a baseball birthday cake!
(Side question: When are you too old for a baseball birthday cake? Answer: Never.)
Okay, technically it is not a baseball cake. Rather, it is a baseball cupcake configuration. It’s a ball in a glove, so saith Pinterest.
Dave may be feeling old, but he doesn’t seem like it to me. Our home is at its liveliest when he’s around. He’s always up for a game or wrestling with the kids. We laugh so much. He’s fun. He makes me feel young.
He’s made a simple life feel like an adventure. I can’t wait to see what’s next.
1. Sleep in.
2. Stay in your pajamas.
3. Play in the snow.
(Under their snow clothes, they are still wearing pajamas.)
4. Do whatever else you want, in your pajamas, of course.
We’d planned to do a melty crayon craft while Jack napped, Bee and I, but he never napped. I repeat, NEVER NAPPED. A not-napped Bub and hot wax is a recipe for disfigurement, so we decided we’d better do something else. Since a not-napped Bub is also an ornery, needful, and very particular sort of man, our aim was to use the craft to distract and delight him.
Behold, the cardboard box train.
The ingredients to make this cardboard box train include a cardboard box leftover from Christmas, duct tape, construction paper, more duct tape, a bit of rope, imagination, and oh, duct tape.
Bee was excited to show it off for the camera, but also to play with Chase from Paw Patrol.
Soon, she left the train behind.
Jack got in.
This reminded Bee that she wanted to be in the train. So, we invited her to hop in a caboose made lovingly and with great haste and enthusiasm by Julia.
This did not make her happy and she expressed it. Jack responded. Then the train went away for a while. But now it is back and loved supremely.
I have a few more cardboard boxes lying around. What should we make next?