Boys will be boys. Really, they will. We didn’t even use the word gun for the first three years of Quinn’s life and he called it a “blaster thing”. He didn’t have one so he turned Mr. Potato Head’s fire extinguisher into one. There is no way around it.
Quinn is all boy and all energy. Wisconsin winters can be tough when there is lots of energy and nowhere for it to go. We all know how much Quinn loves building with my pillows (which you can read about here, here and here). He also loves building forts. This time when he asked to roast marshmallows I went all in and quickly collected some supplies and rigged up a little campfire.
It was pure bliss for my little guy. I tell ya, these little people come into your lives and turn it upside down and change the way you see the whole world. Everything is better. Okay, not everything. My wardrobe, body shape, and running errands are not better with kids, but you catch my drift. Today I share with you our fort: complete with campfire and marshmallows.
This my friend, is what memories are made of.
And because we know all too well what little boys are made of we created a little subway art piece that will be for sale in our Etsy shop. At the start of this post this print idea didn’t even exist. By the end of this post I told my husband we should make a boys will be boys print. Seriously people, this is how my ideas come to me. I have them written on pieces of paper all around. Someday we will get to making them all.