The other day while at the MILs, Hubbie went in search of some personal items he had left behind in his old bedroom, what seemed like eons ago. Baby girl went up to search for him… and came back with an additional, someone.
This massive stuffed Homer doll that was almost as tall as her, had been hiding out in Hubbie’s wardrobe all this time. I have no idea where he got it, only to say that I was definitely there when it happened, and it was probably at some Melbourne festival like Moomba.
Baby girl was rapt.
At some point last night a game developed… it was nearing bedtime and as she left her room to get something, I remained behind with a firm grip on Homer…
But alas, as things happen in sitcoms and cartoons, so too do they happen in real life.
Because I ‘conveniently’ (as all TV plot points are, convenient) fell asleep… and this led to Homer creeping out of my arms and into baby girl’s bed!
She loved it. We repeated the game a number of times in a variety of ways, all with him ending up in her bed, reading a book, and the sight of him like that in her bed made her crack up in laughter every time.
It was funny. We did it this morning. We did it again, tonight.
I ramped up the game when she went to grab a book from her school bag…
I grabbed some ‘friends,’ a blanket, book and beanie, and voila –
Homer was now fully decked out in her bed.
She could not contain her excitement and laughter as she re-entered. I was meant to be ‘accidentally asleep,’ and yet I couldn’t keep the grin off my face.
He was wearing her beanie, her slippers were now his, and he was covered by a small blanket as his friends gathered around while he read “Thelma the Unicorn.”
It did look very amusing if I do say so myself.
Your kids being happy is one thing… but being the reason that they are laughing is an entirely different feeling.
It left me feeling incredibly chuffed and grateful tonight. ♥