THE SKY IS ON FIRE!!!

After a week of heavy clouds and just enough rain to keep everyone inside forever, the sun finally worked up the ambition to come out for a measly 15 minutes. Husband, attempting to make a joke, remarked, "I think the sky is on fire, there's this weird light outside." Of course, the six year-old crowd heard only, "THE SKY IS ON FIRE!!!!" Which prompted Drew to say, " I need a stick!" Presumably to put on the fire, these boys are nearly as much of a pyromaniac as their father. Ian, who is on yet another Care Bear kick, yelled "I think it's the Care Bears!" in a tone of perfect glee that I haven't heard since Christmas morning. When we finally got them to understand that Daddy was just joking and that the light was only the plain old ordinary sun, the level of disappointment was mind-blowing. I had to promise them we could go to Chris and Nikki's for dinner to get the crying to stop. They love going to Uncle Chris's house because he has a very large collection of Star Wars Lego's that he is kind enough to let them destroy...I mean play with. Aunt Nikki has informed me, privately, that she thinks Chris lets them take apart the ships just because he has such a good time putting them back together after we leave. We all have a guilty pleasure, no?

Getting back to Ian's latest Care Bear obsession, his favorite bear is Laughs-a-lot, aka Orangey, since he's had the bear since the beginning of (his) time and Laughs-a-lot is rather hard to say. Anyway, he's been after me for the past few days to make the bear a bed. So today during nap time he and I made Orangey a bed....and a pillow....and a quilt.... and even a mattress since, apparently, a Kleenex box wrapped in contact paper isn't nearly comfortable enough for a stuffed animal. Oh well, he loves it, we had some quality Mama/son time, it was all made from items I already had, and I got the satisfaction of actually completing a project all in one go. And really, how often does that happen.














Update, 1 hour later: Ian has lost his bed with the bear in it and is sobbing. LOUDLY. Drew has found his favorite Care Bear, Funshine, know around here as Sunny, and is demanding that I make him a bed, too. LOUDLY. Are you sensing a theme here?

Update, 3 hours later: Drew and I have finished his bed and he insists that I share it with you. I would just like to state for the record that I had nothing to do with the fabric choices, the boys picked them out of my scrap basket all on their own. It's rather unfortunate that they seem to have inherited their Daddy's color matching skills. After helping me sew these they are very interested in learning how to use my sewing machine all by themselves (as opposed to sitting on my lap, with their hands on top of mine for the actual sewing and helping by pushing the back-up button) and that makes me more than a little proud.