The Hat

C has this hat that he wears when he’s outside snow blowing or shoveling.  It’s just a plain hat, nothing special… but when he comes inside, it gets ripped off his head and usually winds up near the back door with his gloves and whatever shoes he was wearing.  The shoes usually find their way to another area of the house, and I pick up the gloves because a certain somebody in our house likes to chew on them.  The hat usually remains.

Enter that certain somebody who has become obsessed with his daddy’s hat… or any hat that looks remotely like it.  He will pick it up and start walking quickly, arm outstretched calling “mom” frantically.  When I take it from him and ask “Do you want to wear Daddy’s hat?” he starts laughing and clapping his arms against his side.  

Once the hat is on, it’s there for hours.  I actually have a video clip somewhere of him dancing in his pjs with the hat.  I’ll share it when I can, I promise.  For now though, I present to you the boy and his (daddy’s) hat. 

I was trying to get him to sit with me and have C take a shot for our 52 week project, but for the second week in a row, he wasn’t interested AT ALL.  I guess it’s an early lesson that I’ll probably sit back seat for the next 17 years or so while my child(ren) explores the world. 

Oh well… at least I’m in there, right?  Sorta?  Okay… it’s a stretch.  Next week will be better, I promise!