Pete vs. Peter...

Randomly...I mean, out of the blue...the notion struck me this evening...late this evening, to make some sort of Peter Pan shadow projector for Zo's room. What? Yeah, that's what I thought...what the hell are you thinkin'...but then it started to seem like a pretty simple idea...and then once I was convinced that we could slap it all together in less than an hour or so...done. Zoey had herself a Peter Pan shadow on her wall.



It was pretty simple...sketch out a Peter Pan silhouette on paper, cut it out, trace it on some thin cardboard...cut that out. Draw up a decent facsimile of Big Ben, cut that out...patch 'em together. Ready to project.

Get yourself a light, a box, and start fiddling with whatever set up works for you. Done. Coolest thing ever.



Of course, it's dark as a closet in Zoey's bedroom with the lights off, and even with the light from our amazing little pre-bed craftiness there wasn't enough to get a decent picture of the shadow on the wall but rest assured, it was amazing...more than amazing. Zo was a giddy disaster as she laid down to sleep, SO, SO, SO excited, enough to flip herself onto my lap and smack a giant kiss on my lips, and squeal, "Oh Daddy, I love it SO much!" Yeah she did, 'cause it was awesome.

I missed the end of the Seahawks game slapping this fabulous little Daddy-is-a-hero bit of craftiness together, and my guess is that I'm the only Dad in a decent sized radius tackling such shenanigans instead of watching the NFL Play-Offs, but to hell with the Seahawks, and to hell with other Dads. There's a little girl sleeping under Big Ben right now, smiling, and dreaming incredible dreams, I'm certain.

Pete Carroll vs. Peter Pan...Peter Pan wins every time.