Tuesday, January 19, 2010
these boots get a lot of wear.
Occasionally, they're firefighter boots, but recently, they're Santa's boots. Santa's been getting a lot of attention around here, more since Christmas than before it, actually. There's flying in the laundry basket sleigh (strictly with Dad, that game), lots of ho ho hoing, reading and rereading of many Christmas books. And ever shape-aware, if a slice of bread comes to resemble Santa's sleigh as it's munched, all the better--except when you have to keep eating it.
Tears erupted, full-on, like I had taken away his yellow bear forever. Things got even worse when I said no, he couldn't take the bread-sleigh up for naptime. Racking brain, racking brain.
That's a paper towel, everyone. Cut into a sleigh and accessories. In a fit of "genius", I cut some slits so Santa's boots fit into the sleigh and the sack fits onto his back. He's upstairs sleeping with it right now.
I wish I'd had the video camera to capture the delight. A tinkly giggle that I never want to forget. I'm sure he will have moved on in a day or a few, but really, that's my favorite thing about blogging--I took a minute to take the pictures and tell the story, so long after this time, when he can still be consoled by something so simple, I (we) will remember.