The Pillow House
This evening, I took the boys out for a walk to the local Woolworth's supermarket. It is about 15 minutes each way, and all we needed to get was milk and bread. The ulterior motive was that it would wear them out that little bit extra after dinner, and hopefully by the time we got back and settled into an episode of The Simpsons, followed by an episode of Futurama, they would be well and truly ready for bed.
Ultimately, this worked on Aidan (the eldest), and although Callum (the baby) did fall asleep in the pram, he was awakened when I got home and tried to move the pram into the house without waking him. You see, I am technologically inept when it comes to prams. I tried to lift it on what turned out to be the part of the joining mechanism, which releases to fold up the pram. Of course, my lumbering lift managed to separate the join slightly, and as I realised this and dropped the pram back down, it resealed over the webbing between my thumb and finger. Ouch. I let the pram know it, I let Anth know it, and baby Callum knew it because he was then awake. Stupid pram.
Anth knows better than I how to have fun with the kids, whilst providing a practical means for getting them out of her hair, even if it is only for a few minutes. Ergo, the Pillow House. With Aidan asleep, but Callum and Ethan still active, she decided to create this new structural wonder. She first got a base of pillows together, and plonked Callum amongst the retaining walls. Then she and Ethan gradually got more and more pillows to build up the house to the point where Callum was sealed in well enough that the walls would hold him up.
This amused Ethan no end, and no longer did Anth have to hold the Appendage herself. This worked for about 15 minutes as Ethan amused Callum with toys and keeping the structure intact, and Callum was grateful for the attention. I, of course, remained active photographing this marvel of modern architecture for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy.
Ciao for Now, Webless Angry Dad.
Ultimately, this worked on Aidan (the eldest), and although Callum (the baby) did fall asleep in the pram, he was awakened when I got home and tried to move the pram into the house without waking him. You see, I am technologically inept when it comes to prams. I tried to lift it on what turned out to be the part of the joining mechanism, which releases to fold up the pram. Of course, my lumbering lift managed to separate the join slightly, and as I realised this and dropped the pram back down, it resealed over the webbing between my thumb and finger. Ouch. I let the pram know it, I let Anth know it, and baby Callum knew it because he was then awake. Stupid pram.
Anth knows better than I how to have fun with the kids, whilst providing a practical means for getting them out of her hair, even if it is only for a few minutes. Ergo, the Pillow House. With Aidan asleep, but Callum and Ethan still active, she decided to create this new structural wonder. She first got a base of pillows together, and plonked Callum amongst the retaining walls. Then she and Ethan gradually got more and more pillows to build up the house to the point where Callum was sealed in well enough that the walls would hold him up.
This amused Ethan no end, and no longer did Anth have to hold the Appendage herself. This worked for about 15 minutes as Ethan amused Callum with toys and keeping the structure intact, and Callum was grateful for the attention. I, of course, remained active photographing this marvel of modern architecture for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy.
Ciao for Now, Webless Angry Dad.
posted by Wes at 10:40 pm
2 Comments:
Yes, I remember the days of pillow houses!
I have been a little slack on posting and commenting so.....I am catching up on my reading/commenting today. I played in Way Back Wednesday and I am working on an update post for tomorrow (oh the stories to tell) so don't forget to check back.
And look at that little face.....too cute!
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