Can you tell what it is? Squares of denim cut from cast-off clothing, pieced together to form a new object...a twin-sized blanket for Owen.
Background: Owen's Fuzzy Blue Blanket seems to be shrinking as he is growing. It's a beloved blanket that a co-worker of mine made for him when he was just born. But, as I said, it's getting too small for his turning about in the bed. He needs a much larger, heavier blanket that will prevent him from popping out of bed after he is tucked in. We are having far too many of these events:
Door slowly creaks open, shy little feet shuffle down the hall toward the living room. Squinting, blinking pajama-clad boy smiles sheepishly:
Owen: I needa go potty.
Parents: OK. Go. Then get back in bed.
Light and fan flick on from hall bathroom. Sounds of pathetically small amount of forced elimination. Lights off. Repeat foot shuffle, faster and friendlier:
O: Hey Mommy! Hey Daddy! What are you doing?
P: OWEN, go back to bed.
O: scuttling away Hey, do you wanna put my blanket on?
P: No, we've already done that twice tonight. You'll have to handle that yourself, buddy.
O: But my FEET will come out!
I think this is one project that I'm going to have to finish soon.
2 comments:
Hey we hear that routine every night too from William. Well every night that he has a nap during the day.
Can't wait to see the finished product!!! How do you get it all done???
Sounds very familiar here too! Kaiya's latest excuse..."I have a dirty throat".
GO BACK TO BED!!!! :)
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