Pockets

This little Noni of ours HATES clothes.
I get them on if we are going outside and then that is about it.
He will only sleep in a diaper and that proves to be his preference when just relaxing around the house as well.
This does, however, pose a problem when one is trying to carry things around in his pockets.
Noni seems to have found a remedy for that.

Here he is with his wand in his pocket.  I mean one never knows when the need for a naked magician will arise.  He frequently carries around fake cell phones in his 'pocket' and has been known to even put his marshmallow potty candy in there for safe keeping- though was quickly stopped, as we prefer to practice safe food handling in this house.
One day he will like clothes again- right?

HEAD

In Justin's adult life I have only known him to be truly afraid of one thing.

Styrofoam heads.

I can only blame his sisters for the lack of Styrofoam head decoration in our home.

(Everyone has Styrofoam heads adorning their halls right?  I feel totally left out of the Styrofoam head craze...)

On All Hallows Eve we received a 'guest' in the mail.

In the form of a Styrofoam head.

It looked like this:

And it creeped us all out.

I did not expect the amount of creepage that I felt.  

I thought it was all just a simple joke that would be funny and then the styrofoam head would go away and we would all laugh and that would be it.

But that head has a way of haunting a person and finding its way back into your life.

The creepiest part is the fact that it has 'I FOUND YOU' written on its head. 

That creeps everyone else out too, right?

I will admit I am a bonified 'scaredy'.  There is no other way to describe it.

Justin showed a little bit of fear whether fake or real suppressed 'I was terrorized with this head by my sisters in my youth' fear it doesn't matter.  I jumped right on that band wagon.

We quickly threw it down the stairs (into the basement that we NEVER enter, not under ANY circumstances- because of said fear) and quickly close the door.

We discussed what we would do with it- I wanted to get rid of it so Justin said he would run down and get it and then we could get rid of it. So he opened the door- and about 4 steps down- there was the head.

It had landed right side up on its neck and was looking at us through those opaque white eyes- just willing us to come closer.

SO.... we shut the door again.

And laughed nervously....  (the kids were around and we don't want them to have unnecessary fear of the head)

We did eventually get the head and now it has a dwelling in our garage.

We just can't seem to let it go.

Where do you find a styrofoam head anyway?  What if we needed it some day?

I know you are laughing at us right now- but beware!!!

Maybe one day the head will find you.

Yes I am mostly speaking to you Aymie DAVIS!!!!