Most days my living room looks like this.
I sometimes curse those wretched stubbed blocks.
And you can see why.
Stepping on one is an eye opening experience.
But for some reason never seems to phase my two year old.
Feet of steel I tell ya!
They of course always have to be dumped.
They say it’s because they can’t find that one little wheel to complete the car.
I say they take pleasure in making me crazy.
And it is quite a spectacle to see 1000 colorful blocks clinking and rushing out onto the floor.
I grimace at the thought of the sound.
Ryan and I look at each other.
One of us usually muffles under our breath.
There they go…
I usually always get the question.
Mom, how do I build a castle?
or a ship?
or a tree house?
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Use your imagination is often my reply.
I love to see the things they create and the stories that go with them. The imagination of a child never ceases to amaze me.
Picking them up after play is no easy task.
I find at least one Lego every day hiding somewhere.
Under a chair leg.
Behind the couch.
On a shelf.
Very random
And then I think to myself a mess is just a mess for only a short while.
They’ll be grown all too soon.
And a pile of Legos strewn about will be the least of my concern.
“Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!” ~Dr. Seuss
