HP's first birthday came and went more than two months ago, but Henry and I just completed his present a few weeks ago. I know I probably should feel a little guilty about that, but he's one. So I don't. The concept of a birthday and expecting presents is developmentally beyond HP and I see no need to torture myself when he has not felt the least bit slighted.
I think it was worth the wait. I present, the birthday box.
Built by Henry, painted by me.
The box is 2 feet tall and has holes on three sides.
had fond memories of playing with a very similar box his father built
for him and his brothers. He wanted to bring some of the magic he
remembered from playing in his box as a child to HP.
currently up against the wall of the living room with a blanket in the
bottom and a basket of books next to it, creating a little reading
corner. During the day I sometimes pull it out to the middle of the floor so he can crawl all the way through. I am sure it will go through any number of locations and
configurations over the months and years to come.
Happy (late) birthday, HP!