belt giveaway *giveaway closed*
February 18th, 2010
Wow! There has been such an amazing response to the boy belt tutorial! I think there must be a lot of boys out there running around with their pants falling down–no more!
To thank you for all your kind words and links I thought I’d giveaway a few of the belts I made, because as you can see they are not keeping any pants up around here. The skinny plaid one and the wider wood grain belt are up for grabs (for a better picture look here). If you’d like to enter tell me a funny story about a little boy you know–a brother, a son, the crazy little boy down the street. There is always one who tried to fly from on top of the refrigerator or covered himself in crisco or skiied down the basement stairs. If you can’t think of a story, just tell me which one you’d like. And if you’d like to be entered twice you can subscribe to my blog (and tell me in your comment) or link to the belt tutorial on your blog or tweet it. Or all three if you’d like, but I’ll only love you more–just 2 entries max per person! I will pick two winners (pick a winner!) on Monday morning, February 22 CST. Good luck!
My big guy would love either one…a skinny boy related funny story:
My DS is on the small side…height, weight, everything but his brilliant head lol. This was our conversation the other day after they learned about healthy eating/living in school:
DS: Mama! I need to eat more so that I can run fast.
Me: You do run fast Honey.
DS: Well, I always come in fifth or sixth in races.
Me: That’s great! You’re a little shorter than the other boys who run faster than you…they have an advantage.
DS: Oh no, Mama, I’m not short. I’m skinny. Hey, Mama?
Me: Uh Huh? (still pondering the correct response to his response)
DS: I think Jade likes me.
Me: OK. Why is that? (They’re in first grade)
DS: Well she told the girls that she liked a boy that was handsome, skinny, and always came in fifth or sixth in the races.
Heeheehee…
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ohhh funny stories! My son was sitting there and his nose started running randomly. He kept wiping and wiping. Then he turned to me and said, “mom, my nose is naughty. tell it to stop being naughty” so i whispered to his nose to stop being naughty. He went on. Then I saw him hit is nose and shout, “naughty nose!” then he turned back to me, “mom, my nose is broken, it won’t listen. please tell him to listen” And I obliged. Surprisingly, his nose stopped running! Maybe noses do listen!
I love the plaid belt! Soo cute!
Oh, I’ve been subscribing to your blog for ages now! So today I’ll just keep on reading your wonderful blog.
Yesterday when I was making my son a peanut butter and honey sandwhich, he noticed the bear-shaped honey bottle and said “…*gasp*…looks like a teeny tiny ROBOT!!” And (for a more embarrassing story) the other day I was going to the bathroom, and my son pointed to mama’s bum and said “mama bum…ROCKETSHIP!! BBBBLLLLLAST OFF (hand motions and sound effects included). Nice. Everything in our house is a Rocketship, a Robot, or, of course, a Rocketship-Robot.
And, my funny boy story . . .
We had taken my 2 year old to the park last summer. It was super hot outside and all the playground equipment had been baking in the sun all day. He went to sit down at the top of the slide. I told him to be careful. The slide was hot. He carefully sat down and proceeded to blow on the slide – like he does when we tell him his food is hot.
He didn’t understand it would take a lot of blowing to cool down the whole slide.
My 2 yr old son is always hamming it up. One of my favorite stories is one night he decided he was going to put mommy and daddy to bed and pretend to go to bed himself. He tucked us in and told us “shhh, be quiet” and then shut our door. He opened his door and then shut it. We thought he was in bed! I quietly opened our bedroom door and found that he had done the same to his door. I crept down the hallway to the living room and found him giggling to himself in our living room, sitting in the recliner, and watching cartoons.
I subscribed to your blog via google reader. Love the belts! I was just telling my mom about them today and that we needed to make some!;)
oooh i love the wood grain belt, & my little man has a very skinny waist & is forever pulling up his trousers, i’m sure i have so many funny tales rattling around in my head, but can’t think of one when i need it, so i’ll leave you with one of the many strange things my little folk come out with,
– child asked if biscuits have sellotape in them, when i replied no the response was, well how do they stick together then?
Both are very cute. We have a wild little three year old boy who constanlty argues with his older sister that HE is FIVE and SHE is THREE! Drives me nuts but is so cute anyways!
my kids make me laugh on an every day basis. the things they say, the things they do, and how they look. my middle boy, the one with a too-tiny-bum-to-hold-up-any-pants makes me laugh every day because of his plumber’s crack. i love it. but i wouldn’t be too sad to not see it every day. :)
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I love the woodgrain belt. I am excited to make some for myself.
My story is an uncle story. He had the habit of wandering away from the house. My grandma let him outside to play in the backyard and tied a clothes line string around his belt loop to keep him there. A little while later she went outside to see the pants hanging there but no boy. He was a few blocks over with only a t-shirt on.
When a baby boy that I know was born it was very exciting for everyone. It was the first boy in a long line of sister and girl cousins. His aunt was so excited to see him and when the mother took off the baby’s diaper to change him she asked the mother if she could see “it”, since none of them had ever seen a little baby one. So the diaper went off. Coos and “aww so cute and tiny!” resounded. Then the aunt said “Wait, what is that? What’s happening?” then the little boy peed all over her face!! It was really really funny. Oh, and I like the plaid belt the best.
& how great is your blog, i’ve ‘followed’ you thru blogger!
Our city has a splash pad with fun water toys for kids and I took my 2 year old there last summer. He was wearing denim shorts and was loving the water, running from toy to toy getting soaked! Suddenly I hear another mother chuckling and looked in my son’s direction to see his shorts around his ankles because they were water logged, but he just kept running around, soaking up all the fun :)
my little guy is has yet to make an appearance (i’m 27 weeks preggo) so I don’t have any funny stories yet, however I LOVE the plaid belt!
love the plaid!!
My son will be 3 on Monday and the ideas he is shaping and how he interprets the world is fascinating and hysterical to witness. Love those boys!
Love these! I want one!
I love both belts! My funny little guy tried to eat some of the salsa that came with our Mexican food the other night. Needless to say, that did not go over well…I wish I had had a camera for his face. =)
I have a little boy coming, so my future will be filled with funny boy stories! I love the wood grain belt.
I love the skinny plaid one.
Well, a few days ago my oldest found a toothbrush in the VCR..the youngest thinks it is a depository for long skinny things.
I love your belt tutorial btw..makes me feel like I might actually to be able to make SOMETHING from this amazing BOY month. And btw, its MUCH needed, because its really hard to find little boy belts and the ones you do find are so hard and pinch their little bellies…yours seem perfect!
Mindy~
i love those belts! thanks for giving a couple away! :)
I have so many funny stories with my son, but my favorite happened when I was pregnant with my daughter and my son was 2. I had horrible morning sickness so I was in the bathroom emptying my stomach like I had eaten a ten course meal, instead of toast and juice. I come out of the bathroom to find my son in the kitchen with a carton of eggs, a pile of broken eggs in front of him. He takes an egg in each hand and crashes them together saying “Crack!” at the top of his lungs. I go to grab him and the smell of raw eggs must have hit my weak, empty stomach wrong, because I threw up all over the floor. He again laughs and says “me too, blahhh” and makes vomiting noises while hunching over. Cleaning that mess was a disaster.