A Pair Of Wings

We'll just ignore that unintentional break in posting...m'kay? Moving right along. Thanks to never ending sniffles and such, movies have regrettably become a daily thing around here...working on that...she says as her son watches Toy Story 3 for the umpteenth billion time all because she caved over the whining...good mommy move.  I know.
Levi is now officially obsessed with the Toy Story movies.  Yesterday, he woke up and was Buzz Lightyear nearly the whole day. During the few hours when he wasn't Buzz, he was an elephant.  I could just squeeze him sometimes.

"Mama, I'm Buzz." 

"Call me Buzz."

"To infinity and beyond!"

"Mama, I can fly....but not inside."

So, while comforting a teething Sophia (until 1:30 in the morning), I did the clearly logical thing to do. I made Levi a pair of Buzz wings.

He's worn them all morning. The whole pretend thing is pretty darn cute.  I've been looking forward to it for awhile now (3 years to be more exact).   

Three year olds can be quite a handful at times, but they are at least easily impressed.  The crazy perfectionist in me would like to take the wings off of him and finish the bits that show from the front. And, also, I was going from memory on the color placement....probably should of looked a little more closely.  But, really, he doesn't care, so why do I?

These were scrapped together from things I had lying about the house.  Core board (cardboard would work just as well), markers, and scraps of blanket binding for the straps.  Other than the nutty desire to chunk them and start over, I think they turned out pretty well.