Garrett’s newest thing is making a tent out of all the blankets and chenille throws in the living room.
The couch and ottoman and Dad’s legs make fine tent frames, in case you didn’t know.
It seems like every night he will drag the blankets over to us and say “TENT!”.
After we get it all situated he will waller around underneath this thing all night long.
Yes I just used the word “waller”. I’m from Alabama. It’s a word down here.
See? Wallering in action:
But there is a side effect of all this wallering that I like to call “Tent Lament”.
Exhibit A: Tent Lament
Garrett thinks it’s hilarious that his hair is standing on end.
Or it’s possible that he just laughs because J and I are both laughing so hard at his electrifying locks.
Plus it’s hard not to chuckle when you see the Flying Nun pop up in your living room floor.
That is hilarious! Totally made me LOL. Oh man, I remember my tent building days as well. This will last for a long, long time. Your house will never be the same (neither will your sheets).
Wait till he discovers how to make towers: i.e. stacks every possibly removable cushion in the living room into one giant tower on the couch, and then belly flops on the top of them from the back of the couch to watch cartoons.
Uh, not that I have any first hand experience with this at all. Noooo, not me. ::whistles innocently while quickly walking away::