Lego. It’s the first thing Thomas thinks of when he wakes up, and the last thing he talks of before bedtime.
I swear that child knows every single piece he has, as he patiently searches for, “you know mummy, the bit that looks like… ”
But of course, with Lego, it needs to be spread out.
… and this is just one box. We have 6 more.
But, despite the constant sea of Lego blocks and bare-foot hopping across the bedroom and lounge room floors, I do not object to his Lego
fascination addiction in the slightest. Through Lego, I have seen him learn and develop in so many ways that I’ve not seen him do with other toys.
His patience is remarkable. He can sit calm and intent for HOURS, focusing solely on the task at hand. His attention to detail as he follows the graphical instructions block-by-block. From fire trucks to police stations, never ever missing a single piece. His creativity as he builds his own fleet of custom vehicles and city empires.
Lauren also loves Lego, and oh! her face when she discovered there are pink and purple building blocks in the Lego Friends collection! Lauren, however, chooses to express her creativity in other ways, such as making Lego angels. After all, why limit angels to just the snow?
But please, if you are ever wondering what a work-at-home mum does all day… don’t ever tell me, “it only takes 10 minutes to run around with the vacuum”.
If you need me, I’ll be in the garden. Fishing pieces of Lego out of the Dyson canister