Saturday, January 3, 2015

Legos, Legos everywhere...

This is the scene in our living room right now as my wife (that's her on the right) helps my youngest son, Jack, sort through approximately 8 billion Legos and build The Burrow, which you Harry Potter fans will recognize as the name of the Weasley family's home.

It's one of the things that makes her a hero. Not only that she has Lego-building skills that she has passed on to our son, but also that she has the patience to sit on a living room floor and sort through the pieces with (and for) him.

Jack has been on a Lego kick of late, but trust me, what you see here is just a portion of our vast Lego empire. These are Lego bricks assembled through the course of many years of birthdays, Christmases, etc.

I was never into Legos as a kid, and it's honestly one of my least favorite things to do with the kids now. I'll do it, if pressed, but I guarantee I won't enjoy it.

To her credit, Terry likes Legos and she'll do anything to keep Jack occupied with something other than electronics. Given his druthers  and someday I hope someone gives me a big ol' pack of druthers  he would spend entire days on the Xbox and iPad. This is generally undesirable, so if he shows any interest in something non-digital, Terry is ready to pounce.

She's a good mom that way. She's a good mom every way, really.

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