It was a jail, a helicopter, a hospital, a snuggle spot — it stretched the imagination! Which is why I let it "clutter" the living room for so long. Our house is not big and the box made it even smaller. After seeing how much fun the boys had with it, I think it was me who was having a tough time letting it go. Because when they came home one day in September to a much larger-looking living room, they paused for a second and moved on.
The box was moved to the backyard where it lasted for a few more days. Then moved to the curb for recycling. But the memories will remain hopefully for the boys but definitely for me ... I'm going to go now before I get too weepy about watching their childhood pass, that it's going too fast.
|Final days -- the paper taped on front told |
a story at one time. Inside it had become
a storage spot for more boxes and stuffed
animals while stuff accumulated on top.
|Snuggle time with Baby Bunny.|
|Friends loved the box too.|
|Cooking and a battle? Yeah, I think that's what's going on in this picture.|