In the corner of our living room, we have a rather uncomfortably stiff chair. We bought it because it turns into a rather uncomfortably stiff bed that we thought might come in handy. And it has. Rather though, not as a bed, but as a small gateway to Narnia. Hendrix frequently asks Aaron or I to create his fort, and more often than not his baby brothers are more enthralled than he is. This cheaply made futon has become Aaron and I's ticket to a few moments at a time without a child nagging at our feet. It seems that at even 9 months old the way to engage a boy is through forts and adventures.
Hendrix, dreaming of summer days, and Bennett stopping to read a book.
Henri reading to his brothers.
Bennett is worn out
Hendrix tries to save the fort as it comes under attack by gigantic monster babies.
Hendrix and Max having a moment
Right after I set up the fort, all the boys hurry over. It's hard to tell, but there is a huge smile on each one of their faces.
Bennett takes a break from his castle to contemplate the furry dragon.
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