Wild Things...

Where the Wild Things Are has been a favorite in our house for a long long time. Daddy passed on his love of this classic book to Lennox. We were so excited when we found out about the movie coming out and of course Lennox was dying to see it. On Saturday we finally made it to the movie theater. Lennox thoroughly enjoyed the movie and he was sure to tell me that night how the book compared to the movie (mama had a proud teacher moment). As soon as the movie was over all Lennox could talk about was getting a Max costume. We had been looking at some online for Christmas and mama had shown some of them to Lennox. When we woke up Sunday Lennox begged and pleaded to go find a costume. We went to Toys'R'Us and looked while Lennox made out his Christmas wish list. Of course there was no costume to be found. But Lennox persisted. So mama relented and got the Max jammies she had hidden and gave Lennox an early Christmas gift. Lennox was so happy. From that point on we were not allowed to call him Lennox anymore, he was officially Max. He was a little perturbed that the jammies did not have whiskers, a tail, or buttons. But, he was super excited to be Max and called for lots of royal rumpuses that night. Lennox went to bed with the jammies on, but after two hours was still wide awake. He was so hot in his outfit. Luckily we convinced him to take it off finally by promising he could take it to school to wear after school when Den Den picked him up to play.

On Monday Lennox went over to Gran's house to play with Den after school. Mama asked her to stop at the costume store to see if she could find a tail for the Max jammies. The costume shop was closed so Den got creative and made a tail out of socks and made whiskers with Gran's mascara. He spent all day ordering wild rumpuses. On the way home my wild thing completely knocked out :-)

But, as soon as Daddy got home there were more rumpuses. And Daddy added a "bonfire" for the boys to circle. 

And then Lennox tried to scare the other wild thing in the house.  

I have to say that even though the constant changing into costumes gets to be a little much sometimes, I love my little boy's imagination. So happy I have a little boy who imagines himself in all kinds of little adventures.