Me a big helper

Me a big helper.  It's a phrase I hear a lot.  Perhaps, I should restate that.  It's a phrase I hear A LOT.  It's a good thing too.  We've had our fair share of, 'could you lend me a hand with...' as we continue to settle into our new house.  


WC helped put together a media cabinet from IKEA yesterday.  The cabinet is nothing special. Yet.  I have plans for it.  In the meantime, it is plain and white and rather boring.  However, it was lovingly and painstakingly put together by WM, my mom, my dad and my big helper.  And, as all work and no play makes Channing a dull boy, the boys found a way to take a break in a most creative way.  

Underneath this house is a very spacious crawl space.  To facilitate the placement of seasonal items, luggage and those things we're not quite ready to part with yet but know we should, WM picked up two sleds at Menards.  He'd place a box on one sled, slide himself onto the other and then wheel the items to be stored into their allotted corner.  It saves his knees and back from a whole lot of aching.  


Just when I'd grown accustomed to the sound of wheels on concrete and the occasional thud from down below, I heard them.  Little boy giggles.  Big boy belly laughs.  All punctuated by the sound of wheels on concrete.  Grabbing my camera, I went to investigate and found this:

It looked too fun not to get in on the action.  I can see this turning into a rainy day or winter's day activity for the Flynn Family, 'roller skating,' as Channing calls it, in the cave.  

It's The Red One

We're on day three here on Inglewood Avenue.  Yes, we've finally moved into our new home.  The sea of boxes and discarded packing papers and piles of 'just put it over there for now' can be a little overwhelming at times.  It won't be long though, and we'll have it sorted out.  Well, mostly sorted out.  Our lovely PODS unit will return on Saturday.  (Uh Kell...I'm still waiting for that t-shirt.  [wink.  wink.])  I'll spare you the tale of the PODS drama.  Believe me, you're better off for it.  

This little guy is slowly adjusting.  He was quite adamant yesterday that he wanted to go home so he could watch cartoons while eating his eggs.  He was somewhat placated by Cars on the Mac.  Somewhat.  

This morning, I realized his clothes still have not surfaced.  This was the best we could do for an outfit, a onesie and a necktie.  At least he's having fun snapping the end of the tie, laughing when it gets him in the nose.  

Boxed In

He's at it again, playing in boxes.  This one is a wardrobe box, not quite as big as a refrigerator box, but just as entertaining.  It doesn't matter whether he's helping me pack by standing inside the box and hanging garments on the bar, hanging from the bar himself or playing inside the box with blankets and pillows or toys.  

It's fun.  Lots and lots of fun for a little guy with a BIG imagination, a big imagination and a BIG box.  Yep, big enough to eat breakfast in on a makeshift table, with not one, but TWO toys looking on.