We're pretty sure that D is having dreams, given the uptick in 3:00 AM conversations about wolves. Maybe we shouldn't be reading The True Story of the Three Little Pigs right before bed.
We've been trying to make the bedtime routine a little quieter with calmer books, and I've noticed D loves to point out when a character gets some Zs. He can't read the words on the pages, but those Zs tell him when Pigeon, Papa Chicken, or Pete the Cat has fallen asleep. The next step in our alphabedroom, then, had to be some Zs of D's own.
But before I can tell you about that, I have to tell you about the Murder Snowman.
I'm reasonably craft-capable. New projects might be accented by a little salty talk, but I can generally follow a pattern to a good finished product. When knitting and crocheting, I often go off-book and create my own simple patterns. So when I was making holiday bedding for D last year, I thought I could do the same.
Which is how we got the Murder Snowman.
Much to my shame, D dragged this poorly-crafted toy around for weeks. Once he lost interest, I dismantled Murder Snowman so that no one else would witness my failure.
Now back to the Zs. I pictured something floating ethereally down the wall, encouraging my little guy to go to sleep. Something white and fluffy, a modernized take on counting sheep. When digging into my stash for white textured fabrics, I found the murder snowman scraps and saw a chance for a comeback. I printed out different sized Zs for simple stencils and traced them onto the scraps.
I realized on the last little Z that I had been tracing my pattern backwards. Murder Snowman struck again.
So I traced more Zs on more fragments of Murder Snowman until I had a good-sized pile. I cut the pieces out and used white duct tape to stick them to the wall.
So far it's working.