Ok, Survivor starts NEXT month. February 11th. If you need me to talk about Russell till then I could. I might even start a count down blinkie on the side of my web page, but we all know that I haven't the slightest idea on how to do that or if blinkie is even the correct terminology.
Since this blog is about the children anyway I suppose I could give a little update. They are perfectly content drowning in legos. You could sit or stand at any given point in my house and I'm willing to bet $1 that there will be a lego within sight. Legos are not the small block cubes of our yesteryear. They have gotten so small you can't pick them up with your fingers. It's better to lick your finger and press on top of the fraction size toy. I'm not kidding, tiny. I bought a large plastic bin to hold their collection and the most dreaded noise during my day is the dumping of THOUSANDS of little pieces all over the floor. Keith and I literally use a broom and dustpan to clean them up. Not to mention they are expensive. I tease Keith about his camera lens collection, but if I'm honest, the lego collection isn't too far behind in total amount spent. Ugg... it turns my stomach. You know how our economy crashed? ... young parents went from expensive Thomas the Trains right into Legos... kaboom. Can't pay the mortgage. Like my Aunt Be always says. Mr. Lego is a mother-hater.
Cole and Brad can spend ALL day with legos. In fact, it's the main thing they play with. If I locked up all the other toys in the house, at times I hardly think they would notice. Legos, Legos, Legos. They build "bases", for what I have no idea, but they are creative and play well together. It only slightly bothers me that they are bought in sets to make a specific pirate boat/Star Wars Ship/helicopter. We make it once and it never again will be seen in that intended purpose. They'll take it apart and use it for more "bases". I've tried to keep the instructions to no avail. Cole and Brad throw them out the first chance they get. Typical men. I've tried keeping each set separated, but it's worse than preschoolers with playdough... mixed together before you even have a chance to turn around.
It's bedtime. I'm off to sweep up legos and put my kids down. I might even try to get through Let Me Hold You Longer (the world's most heartbreaking parenting book. I'll Love You Forever doesn't hold a candle to this tear jerker, but that's another post for another time)
2 comments:
I'd better not read that one, because I already get weird looks from the kids when I tear up at "love you forever"
Hey you want to know something funny about Survivor? Brian got me hooked this past season. He works with a doctor that went to school with Mick (the hot doctor on the show that came in 3rd).I found him on Facebook and sent him a little note telling him we knew his friend and I think he did a great job on the show. Well anyway last week he wrote me BACK! I was shocked! It was a very nice note thanking me for his support and telling me he played the best he could with dignity. I figured no one else would care about my brush with a celeb but since you watch the show I thought I would share that with you. He did not accept my friend request but I did not expect him to.
Anyway love the picture of Cole smiling at his mommy! I hope you are doing well.
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