Monday, September 2, 2013

Birthday box

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.

Henry 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. 

It is 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!


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    1. Thanks, Abby! I'll have to send you the pic of Henry playing in his box when he was little.

  2. I love this idea! Looks like so much fun.

    1. Thanks! He definitely plays with it more some days than others, but I think (hope!) it is something that will grow with him over time.