Now that we have a large yard and spring is showing signs of life—real buds on the trees!—we're outside playing. Running and jumping. Chasing robins. We never sit down.
Diddly is four months old and had his first taste of rice cereal. And Junior? He's finally showing interest in something other than the Island of Sodor: superheros. He literally woke up one morning and demanded we tell him everything we know.
Chuck's been able to regale Junior with tale upon tale of superhero triumph but me? My superhero knowledge is rudimentary at best. All I know is that as a child I wanted to be Wonder Woman. More than anything. I didn't care about the other superheros. I had the Wonder Woman bathing suit and underoos and whenever I could, I spun around my room in them, happy as a pig in shit.
I told Junior as much as we Googled "Wonder Woman" so he could see what she looked like. His eyes practically popped out of his head.
Suddenly "Mommy wanted to be Wonder Woman, Junior" sounded more like "Mommy wanted to have big hooters and a little waistline so everyone would lust after her, Junior." The fact that Wonder Woman had an invisible jet and a magic lasso didn't seem quite as impressive as her cleavage; even Junior seemed to get that.
Ah, we give little girls such heights to aspire to.
I digress.
After Junior's introductory superhero tutelage was complete, Chuck and I asked him which superhero he'd like to be. He said Superman. Not 10 minutes later I got an email asking if I'd like to review a costume. Did they have Superman? Yes. They even had a Superman costume with muscles (aka the Deluxe Kids Superman Muscle Chest Costume).
Sweet serendipity, Batman! And holy six-pack:
Junior loves his built-in muscles. He zips around the house fighting evil (hence why all the pictures are blurry):
He gnarls fierce gnarls:
He's a quick study, although he can't seem to remember that Superman sometimes fought alongside the Incredible Hulk, not the Incredible Troll.
It's a great costume, really. Hand-washable. Affordable (under $30). Sturdy. Bendy. Comfortable. Comes with a cape (which can be worn by itself) and belt. The one problem? Superman has spent a lot of time itching his neck:
It's easily solved with a turtleneck underneath, but for now, it's enough to make Junior eager to hang up his cape.
And return to the Island of Sodor.
Sigh.
(If your kid's into superheros, check out these. There's even a Wonder Woman costume. Built-in cleavage not included.)
11 comments:
Awww, it's so easy to make the little ones happy.
Now to get that cleavage? Oy, surgery, pain, pain pills ....well there!
Turbo has a Spiderman costume. Every now and then Turbo's "brother" Spidy comes out to hang out with us--less so now that Turbo is getting older, but he used to make frequent appearances.
I'm quite sure that Spidy will make a triumphant return when Bruiser is old enough to don the costume and fight crime.
Bah! Who needs a six pack!
...I've got a whole keg. :)
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Talk about good timing though! Son says "I want to be a super hero" and POOF! Superman is on its way! Let's try this: I want a million dollars!....waiting....waiting...
still waiting...
lol. Super cute! With all my superhero knowledge, Xander will probably never show any interest at all.
I have a little one who loves Superheroes and is bringing his brother up in the tradition! My favorite (when you can find them) - superhero pajamas. The capes velcro to the back so that they don't bug the neck. Since I can run them through the regular washer I don't find myself telling Superman that he has to return to being Clark Kent for lunch. I've found them at both Target and ToysRUs. No six pack or built in cleavage though. :(
that's ok these girls already have more built in cleavage at 7 than i'll ever have!
Phinn went through a Curious George phase and now he's on to Cars.
Sammy is a total Wiggles freak. For Christmas his parents bought t-shirts in primary colors and ironed on the Wiggles logo, so one day he's Jeff and the next he's Murray, and so on.
Harper, on the other hand, has better sense. She's content to play with her baby dolls, wear pink clothes and bend the universe to her toddler will.
I owned that pair of wonder woman underoos! I LOVED them!
I didn't realise they were actually called Underoos..like a brand! I've always just called them that!!
Love the costume. Boy Spawn was reading over my shoulder (prompting questions about cleavage which I fielded expertly) and he is eager to get himself a Spiderman costume. He's sure it won't be a problem as far as itching because "Spidey doesn't wear a cape. Duh, mum".
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