Little Boy Quiet Book

Sundays in the Brown household are kind of—what’s the word I’m looking for?—torturous. That may be slightly overdramatic, but not by much. We start off the day by skipping Forrest’s first nap (he still takes two) to head to church, so right off the bat, he’s already grumpy. Toss in an hour of forced silence and lap-sitting and it is not a very fun experience.

Hopefully Sundays will go a little more smoothly from now on—my mom made Forrest the most adorable little quiet book for Christmas! I’ve thought about making one for him, but it just seemed like so much work. And, my mom informs me, it really was a ton of work. She made this one for Forrest as well as a girly version for my niece (which you can see here), and she spent weeks working on them. I think it was worth it—look how cute this book is:

It buttons closed so he won’t lose all the teensy pieces, and he loves carrying it around by the handles.

The robot’s arms and legs have elastic inside so he can pull them out and let them snap back into place . . . isn’t he cute? The mailbox (whose flag goes up and down, by the way) contains letters written to Forrest from both sets of grandparents, his mom and dad, and his beloved aunt Bekah (who, I am convinced, he loves more than me), and the writing page has a spot to hold a crayon and a pocket for his little notebook.  Clearly, this page was too fun to resist—the barn holds 4 little finger puppet animals, and the kite’s puzzle pieces attach with velcro so they can be pulled off and rearranged. This page is my favorite—a little car fits inside the garage and can be pulled out and zoomed around the streets. Plus, all the street signs attach with velcro and can be switched around as he learns what they mean. The flower petals are also attached with velcro, so when he learns numbers he can pull them off and place them back in order. And another too-fun-to-keep-his-hands-off page . . . the toolbox also has a hammer, a screwdriver, and a saw; not pictured because they were taken to bed for naptime. Sweet dreams to Forrest in his crib right now, cuddling his hammer and  saw. The last page is a tree that changes with the seasons—there are pink flowers to place on the tree in spring, these autumn leaves, and bright green leaves for summertime (which can all be stored in the grass pocket at the bottom of the tree). Plus a handy pocket on the inside back cover to catch any stray pieces. Isn’t it cute? Sundays should be a little more pleasant now. If not for Forrest, at least for me—I plan to take advantage of his fun new quiet book at church, even if he doesn’t.

To see the girl version of this book with fun girly pages, check out my mom’s Bungalow Boutique blog here.