When I say I worry about our family going feral, there is a reason for this. Moving five weeks after Baby Girl was born was, in a word, challenging. We desperately needed more space, as Husband put it, since there was literally a human being sleeping in every room in our old house. So we moved into a much bigger house, and this meant that Big Boy had a new degree of freedom. My parenting style over the summer was, to put it mildly, laissez faire.
So, per the photo below, Big Boy made the house his own. This included a large cardboard box that he turned into a pirate ship. (A ship for pirate hoarders? You decide.)
I’m kicking off a new regular feature called The Monday List. Today, we have Things I found taped to Big Boy’s box pirate ship when I moved it for the first time in three months:
One month-old Starbucks cup full of water (desert water)
One tube of glitter (for the disco pirates?)
One long wooden block (the plank, duh)
An entire roll of green decorative tape
A paper flag with a “D”
A paper flag with a “J”
A spool of green and white ribbon, unspooled
An eight foot long plastic PVC pipe (the mast?)
A paper palm tree (on the end of the PVC pipe)
20 pieces of foreign currency (treasure)
An unrolled ace bandage
Four tongue depressors (perhaps the pirate ship has some kind of medical mission? Pirates-without-Borders?)
I think there’s one seriously happy little boy hiding in there too.
House of the Flies 