My Love Hate Relationship With Multi Coloured Bricks
Toys come and go, some stick around longer than others, some are a 5 minute wonder. Right now we are in the midst of the Lego years.
For the last three years the big one is into Lego in a big way. He thinks it is awesome (do you see what I did there?!) I personally have a bit of a love hate relationship with the coloured bricks and here is why…
The obvious skills it teaches my son through building and creating. I am equally proud of the bizarre creations he makes himself as I am when he follows the instructions and builds something that really nearly resembles what it’s supposed to.
The call for “Mummy can you help me find the piece I need for by space impactor exploder?” I have no idea what a space impactor exploder is, but more importantly I do not know what the “you know the blue bit with the thing” is. I could lose a whole afternoon rifling through his Lego tub trying to find that one piece and eyeing the baby suspiciously for signs of choking. Especially when after an hour you hear the cry “Yes I found it, I put it in my pocket!” Note to self – must check all pockets before washing clothes.
Building the stuff. I didn’t have Lego as a kid. I was more of a dolls and Barbie kind of girl. Although I think Lego has all bases covered nowadays with gender neutral ranges as well as girly sets for the pink lovers among us. Check out this list from pigtailpals.com for some inspiration. As an adult I love building Lego. It’s quite therapeutic! My husband and I actually argue over who is going to help our son build something. Especially when there are instructions to follow. I love instructions! It’s the only time you will hear me saying “relax, put your feet up, I’ve got this covered”.
Treading on the stuff. It is a scientific fact proven by mums and dads the world over that stepping on a Lego brick is the second worst pain ever (labour of course being the first). Not only does it hurt your foot, but it causes secondary pain to your tongue after biting it so hard to stop yourself teaching your child a whole new language.
That it keeps my son occupied for ages. The other day I straightened my hair, and put make up on, and had a hot cup of tea, without a single “I need; a wee* / a poo* / a snack* / an adult to watch me play because I can’t possibly be by myself for more than 5 minutes* / someone who I can ask lots of random questions to*” (* delete as appropriate). Not a peep. I even went for a wee all by myself. Amazing. Awesome even.
That those coloured blocks of joy bring out an obsessive need in me to organise. I actually considered buying Tupperware to organise all of the Lego pieces (I do love Tupperware, so any excuse!). I debated whether to sort them by theme, by colour, or by shape. I cleared my schedule for an evening ready to tackle the job ahead. Then I explained my idea to my husband and he seemed concerned for my mental health so no Tupperware was purchased. I just need to accept that the world of Lego is chaotic and unorganised. It may take some counselling for me to get there.
The endless things you can do for a Lego inspired party. Even if like me you are crap at crafts and not really Mary Berry in the baking department.
The endless amounts of genius storage solutions I have to come up with for his displays. We have now resorted to hanging Lego from the ceiling! Not to mention trying to dust his bedroom without breaking anything!
So you see I love the stuff as much as I hate it. However the fact that I can now pee by myself means that love really does conquer all. Lego IS awesome.
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