We got a surround-sound stereo system for the living room from Dan's parents, which they had us just order ourselves, and Dan has spent the last two days assembling it. At the same time, V has been getting a slow stream of Christmas presents from his old babysitter Marissa and from school, and my friend Lise has given him a duplo advent calendar (this is really cool- she wrapped up a bunch of duplo legos individually, numbered them 1 to 25, and tied them to a braided cord for him to pull off and open every morning). So the child is not lacking new stuff to play with. Of course, though, he's all about the giant styrofoam blocks that were packed in the stereo box.
This morning, he got up at 6:40 (argh! on a Sunday! Fresh hell!) to play some more with them. In the middle of building the millionth tower, he turned to me and said, "I think Manny wants styrofoam for Christmas, just like me. I'm going to get him styrofoam." (Manny is the mammoth from Ice Age, his current favorite movie). Then I thought about how I wanted him to help pick out Mom Wayland's gift and asked if he wanted to go do that with me today. He said "NO! Grandma Jeanne wants styrofoam too! I'm going to get her styrofoam!"
Sorry I gave it away, Mom. ;) Oh, and now you can see his haircut, too!
2 comments:
His haircut is cute! I should say rather that it makes him very handsome. I can see what you mean about his smile, though. Teehee. Such fun having a three year-old, isn't it.
And styrofoam - Just what I always wanted. But, I can keep a secret.
Your loving mother
It's the simplest reality in childhood: The forced facts and unimaginative dyanmics of the expensive toys you buy in stores are fleeting in their appeal, but the open-ended possibilities of a costless block, box, or other bits and pieces one finds lying around are endless as long as there is imagination.
(Aw, poor guy with no hair. He looks sad. Let that red hair flow mom!)
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