Matt built Amelia a play house out of a oversized box and gave it to her for Christmas. He duck taped a roof on it as well as a chimney, cut out a couple of windows and a push door. We thought she was going to wake up Christmas morning head straight for her box house and never come out. But, for the last five weeks she's done nothing but hovered around it, push at it, bend over to peek through the door, laugh as her brother stuffed himself into it, put her dolls and favorite stuffed animals into it, but never ever dared go in herself. Then one day Jake and I were playing with Lego when we realized Amelia was missing.
Where was Amelia?
Why in her box house of course.
Naturally Jake couldn't let her have all the fun alone. I'm not sure how they both fit in there, but they did, and oh how much fun they had!
Amelia's box house has been the centre of her play for days now. Yesterday she stood up while she was in it and started walking around the living room with the box house hanging over her. She looked like a "ghost house" and made her brother laugh so hard he nearly had an accident. I'm thinking this years halloween costume.
Thank you dad, Amelia loves her Christmas present.