A box arrived at our house the other day. Boxes, in our house, are still a commodity, still a source for rabid imaginative art projects and play. This box became Jude’s Toy Story toys collection holder.

This box has been inside, upside, upstairs and down and any mention of recycle or ‘cleaning up’ sends Jude into a protective frenzy. It would seem that the box has made the transition from ‘box’ to ‘storage container’ to ‘Buzz Lightyear Rocket’. You can’t throw that out! Sheesh!
The possibilities are endless, when it comes to a box.

And what’s a boy and a box to do without their fearless hound?!
Cuz aside from Woody, she’s your best friend.
*it must be noted that these toys, much like Andy’s toys in the movie, once belonged to someone else. Gigi received the Toy Story trinity for her second birthday and passed them along to her brother once he discovered the joy that is the Roundup Gang!

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Gigi Said

  • Topless Tapas 2012-11-03 18:44:52-

    Tami was leaving to go out with her friend and the kids begged to go with her. I said, "you don't want to go with mom, she is going to the Tapas bar and we are going to stay here and play games."

    Gigi stiffened, "That's weird", she said as she blushed. I processed fast and realized the problem. "TAPAS bar. It means 'small plate', not TOPLESS bar!"

Jude Said

  • Nicknames 2013-01-04 21:30:33-

    The checker at the store asked our always conversational little boy what his name was. He replied "Jude" then added "but sometimes they call me pumpkin brown". LOL.

    And they are right. We call him that after the folksong that we sing sometimes.

A long time ago…