I love/hate* Lego… *delete where applicable
This is how my relationship with Lego goes.
Ahh, look at M, he’s building something all by himself. So independent. Five minute’s peace! Quick – drink the tea while it’s molten lava.
FFS MY FOOT! For the 25th time today! Some bits are microscopic – clearly designed to lame grown adults. Lego should design special little-bit hoovers, or Lego magnet-y things that can magically collect them all up (are you listening Lego HQ?).
Wow – his imagination has come on leaps and bounds since playing with Lego. A walking talking car-chicken of the sea?! Awesome.
Argh – another teeny tiny broken bit. And no I don’t know where it goes. So no I can’t fix it. Ask Daddy when he gets home in what seems like 4 days from now.
LOVE LOVE LOVE.
Look at Daddy and M down on the floor, building together – such special moments. Love them.
HATE HATE HATE.
How many fricking bricks do you actually need to empty out all over the floor? The mess is unbelievable.
Adorable – he’s so protective over his creations. It’s teaching him to be proud of his things.
Deep breaths. I’m going to kill myself if I hear the sound of that entire Lego box crashing out on the floor one more time.
SO MUCH LOVE for this boy.
He’s sitting and reading the instructions! Totally engrossed. It’s so good for his concentration span.
SO MUCH HATE for Lego.
Sob – he’s created an ice rink out of the leaflets on the floor and I’ve now stepped on bricks AND nearly slipped over them with the baby.
He’s so happy! It’s all he talks about. And all he wants to play with. He’s rooting through the entire box searching for one teeny piece. The drive! The commitment!
NO NO NO!
Little P, NO! She is likely to choke by merely looking at that amount of Lego. What’s wrong with Duplo?! What the hell am I going to do when she’s crawling?
Sigh. How much Lego does a three and half year old actually need anyway?!
Father Christmas better get this memo.