Gunnar and I have a game we play that is all make-believe. (Most of our games are pretend. Like when we play Polar Express and we dance around the living room pretending to be on a train singing, "Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot Chocolate!"; however, our jungle safari is outweighing magical train rides to see Santa.) He calls it Jungle, Hunt, or Shoot. I like to call it Super Stealth Stalking Scheme. Gunnar, for some reason, has not been able to pick this title up yet. I'll have him tested for speech therapy next week. Anyway, Jungle is played by finding all the animals hiding in the jungle. We skalk around the house, excuse me, the jungle hunting and once we capture our prey we either put them in cages or we make nice rugs with big huge heads at one end for our cabin. He loves this game. I love to see his imagination developing. In his mind we become out-backers on safari, hunting the rarest and most beautiful creatures known to the animal kingdom. Our house morphs into a heavy, wet, mosquito-filled jungle with hunters searching for their timid, unknowing, and innocent prey.
The unforgiving thicket that even a machete can't penetrate.
Our weaponry. It's state-of-the art for hunting in our jungle mind you.
Our prey. Captured.
Creatures with unknown identities; faceless beasts.
The coat on this one will get us a valuable price at the swap meet.
Prey. Caged.
Unfortunately the hunters were unavailable for pictures today. (We played super early. Gunnie was in a diaper and I well, let's just say, the picture wouldn't have been pretty, but alas, beauty is not the life of a hunter and gather.)
p.s. We did make ourselves presentable for pictures later in the day; went to Disneyland for family pictures this pm. That will for sure be a part of tomorrow's posting. It was delightful and Jessica Claire is a photographic genius! Can't wait to share some pics and details.
3 comments:
Kamee, Justin already has an idea about what a fun mom you are, (from the unforgettable bounce house trip) but you are not allowed to tell him about these hunting trips. He would be green with envy that Gunner's mommy is so much cooler than his mom! I would rather he remain in a state of ignorance on that subject!! No but seriously, way to go on being so dang creative. Sometimes I feel like that part of my imagination is deep and buried! You've inspired me to go dig it out though!
great pics...
I am realizing how much fun a little boy would be...
I think with sisters in the house...these hunting trips could get very very dangerous...
I can still remember when my brother would take my Barbies as hostage...I would find them headless, naked, and usually floating in water or someother form of creepy disfigurement (my brother is not a creepy stalker murderer...I promise!).
I can't wait for your pics to pop up on Jessica's blog...I am truly jealous!
Good on you for being such a great mommy to your little guy...
Tonya
You wanna know why Gunnar cries when you have to take him to preschool?? Because in preschool he doesn't get to crawl around in a diaper hunting animals!! Sheesh. You really should try to be more like me -- I watch telenovelas all day while my kids clean the toilets. When they finish those they alphabetize my makeup for me. For lunch I eat sushi while my children suck on chuncks of firm toful The protein is good for them. They are BEGGING to go to school each morning. I don't know why...
Oh, I and I haven't ignored your tag. I am just pondering on it...
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