Skip to main content

Big Yellow Rain Boots

Charlie snuck out to the forbidden boxes in the garage, the ones holding the off-season clothes, the shoes, and his favorite, the boot box. "Charlie, put those back! You don't need them!"

He lifted his serious chocolate eyes to my stern face, "But I do need them, Mom." And I gave in until he peeled them off his feet and slam dunked them down in the back hall. Then I pounced and returned them righteously to their allotted storage box. We played this sneaking/pouncing game for weeks. Charlie won. The garage is a long way from the shoe shelf in the back hall. Plus, Charlie was right; he did need those boots. Turns out they are an integral part of his vivid imagination.



Photobucket


Charlie as Boromir.


Photobucket


Charlie as Paddington Bear.


Photobucket


Photobucket


Yellow boots are for bunnies too. This is Charlie's newest stuffed animal, Peter. No, not Peter Rabbit. Peter Jackson.
So how 'bout you? Do you have a kid with a vivid imagination and a great prop or two?

Comments

tammi said…
Amazing where a child's mind can take them ~ and the only equipment needed is a pair of boots! My youngest (almost 5) loves to play "Franny's Feet" with all the shoes in the front closet.
Sarah said…
I guess the blue hair would fall into this category! It was great visiting with you today while the kids played outside!
Kate said…
Sarah,

The blue hair d id come to mind when I was writing this post.

Kate
Amy said…
Hi Kate,
Love the new look of your blog! Your children's pictures are enchanting! This post reminded me of my brother's RED boots. Those boots were an integral part of Peter's life as a child! Those memories brought a smile to my face!
Kiss some cheeks for me!
Love you,
Amy
Jennifer Jo said…
He actually LOOKS like Paddington Bear in that photo.

I like the pictures in your header---John looks downright dashing!
Charlie as Boromir...I LOVE it! Nathan and Gracie just take whatever happens to be lying closest to them and use it for a prop. Legos, sticks, leftover Cheerios...you name it, it will be a prop.

Again, I think our kids would be the best of friends in real life...as well as the two of us!

Xandra
Unknown said…
Hello!!!

Aww...such sweet pictures and memories! My youngest has lived in rain boots since he was two and we were building our home, over six years ago...I'm not ready for him to outgrow his love of them! :(

I couldn't figure out how to subscribe to your wonderful blog, so I sent you a FB request instead. :)

~Heidi

Popular posts from this blog

4-H Exhibits-Updated

Update: Blue ribbons all around! 4 of our projects will go onto the state fair. John's headboard exceeds size limitations and so we will lug it home tomorrow. We are relieved. That thing is heavy! ************* For the past few weeks we have been busy sewing, sawing, quilling and painting 4-H projects. The kids have been in 4-H for about a month and they started with a bang. The annual 4-H fair is tomorrow. So this morning we loaded these projects and four kids wearing slippers into the car. The fifth one had sense enough to wear flip-flops. (The other four complained as we pulled out of the driveway that their feet were sweating.) John reclining against the headboard that he built with Stuart. He wrote the 10 Commandments of Table Saw Safety to accompany this project. Claire's quilling project. Lauren modeling the apron that she sewed. Lauren and the dog painting she has been working on in art class for the past few months. Faith and her quilling project. So now...

Finding Rest: Part Two (Scroll down three posts to read this story from the beginning)

Why share such a personal story ? I share it because I have talked to enough women to know that underneath the makeup and the matching outfits and the small talk that make up our exteriors, we are a broken people. To pretend otherwise creates isolation. Thoughtful honesty creates closer relationships and greater understanding. When we share the way God works in the difficult things of life it encourages first oneself and then others. For some of us, the pieces have been patched and restored and there is wholeness where there was none before. But some of us are walking wounded, barely hanging on and wondering if there is hope. We have a choice. We can either be completely shattered by bitterness, depression and anger or we can lay the fragments before the One who can take the sharp slivers and jagged pieces and create a beautiful, productive life. Here is the conclusion to John's story. When John was ten, he was sullen and moody and difficult and so was I. But I was no longer proud....

Aviary Amphitheater (Wordless? Wednesday)

We're slow starters in the morning. The children lie on the sofas and read. Charlie sits and eats a graham cracker and a bowl of yogurt at the table before breakfast. Lauren and I take turn cooking oatmeal, or muffins, or scones... We eat somewhere between ten and eleven. Today, in the midst of all this leisure, the house became exceptionally quiet and I went to figure out why because "too quiet" is never a good thing. Except that it was today. I peeked out the living room window into the backyard and found five chairs and five children lined up on the patio. I opened the door and everybody shushed me. "Hush, Mama. We're watching the birds. Come sit with us" Six or seven hummingbirds were zipping around the feeder, frantic to fill their little gas tanks before they migrate. The children were silent, heads tipped up, eyes squinting against the morning light. I went in to get the camera. I took a few pictures of the children but could not capture the hyperacti...