Legos are cool

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Until now I have been opposed to the way Lego sells prepackaged, pre-designed, pre-thunk kits. It’s hard to find just a box of regular Legos and I always thought they were forcing a stifling of creativity by selling only the kits. Because “Back in my day they didn’t have those kits. We had to build our own castles and boats and planes!”

Well for the first time we bought Julian a Lego Monster Vampyre Castle, which he put together in about three days, without much rest. He was totally into it! The castle is awesome and he’s had fun playing with it.

This morning, a week after he completed the castle, he got out his big bucket of “regular” non-kit Legos and went all architect on them. He made his very own house boat with very clever features and structure. I love that my Lego kit concerns were proven wrong!

Look for these things:
red slide
satellite dish


swimming pool
diving board
pool slide
slide with rocket propulsion

the bottom of the piece used for the roof did not have interlocking holes so he secured it by attaching it on the top (see the smooth red corner pieces)

fruit bowl in back corner (you can kinda make out the fruit)
black tv

Julian, the shelf elf, and the tooth fairy

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Our cute little elf makes his way from the north pole every December and the kids find him in a different silly place every morning. He does this with magic. And if anyone touches him, the magic goes away and he turns into a regular ol non-magical doll. The kids take this very seriously and in the 3 years we’ve had him, no one has touched him.

We’re doing an advent calendar for the first time this year, and on the 18th, the message in the bag was “enjoy your new books!” and before I went to bed I hung the books on the top line of advent bags. So the next morning when the kids woke up, they found the “shelf elf” (or “elf shelf”, they interchange his name) sitting on the same string as the books, reading his own little book!


So that night, after the littles were in bed, Julian and I were hanging out at the kitchen table (reading, homework, legos, talking) and he gave the #19 bag a little squeeze and the elf FELL to the floor. Julian moaned, screamed, covered his face, fell to the floor, and cried “OH NO! I’M SO SORRY! OH NO OH NO OH NO!” He was terrified that the elf had lost his magic, that the elf would tell Santa, that he would be added to the naughty list. It was so hard for me to watch because all I wanted to say to make it all better was “It’s ok Julian! It’s not real! It’s just pretend.” But that was not an option! In those few moments I weighed the way he was feeling at the moment to the way he would feel if I crushed his elf magic… and so the Christmas tradition continues. And if I had any hunch that Julian was on the verge of finding out the truth about Santa, his true-to-the-core reaction proved me wrong. Sweet little eight year old boy. The next morning the elf was back, in a different place, and with a band-aid on his cheek.

The very next day Julian lost a tooth at school and asked me if the tooth fairy was real. I asked what the kids at school say and he said they say it’s their mom who gives the money. I said, “Well… I bet if you stop believing in the tooth fairy, she’ll stop bringing you money.” And that was that.

So fun, these days.


Sunday, December 16, 2012

. Lego fanatic

. Joke maker

. Sensitive heart

. Creative thinker

. Enjoys taunting and tormenting Layla

. Loves to read, but not when made to

. Loves to play video games and when he can’t he suffers withdrawals by being “SO BORED” and therefore is banned from games for a while. It’s an entertaining, although annoying, cycle.

. Love/hate relationship with chores for cash

. Still wants mama to play with him

. Can tickle me for real

. Gangnam style

. Changes lyrics to songs to make them funny or ridiculous or gross

. Loves loves loves his baby brother and little sisIMG_2801

little lesson?

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The kids have become increasingly picky about what they’ll eat for dinner. It’s really getting ridiculous and frustrating. I’ve never been a fan of making separate meals for picky eaters. They’re served what’s for dinner and they’ll eat it or not. Then later if they’re hungry they can eat a healthy snack if one’s available and if there’s not…too bad.

So for the past month with Daniel working nights (at his new job) I have been the dinner queen. It’s been challenging but pretty cool and I’ve kept up most every night. We’ve had to fall back on pizza or burgers a couple times, but for the most part we’ve been having home-cooked meals.

Last night we had pork fried rice and it was delicious. Julian cried, Layla ate only a little, and Isaac didn’t eat (he rarely does). Julian begged me to make him something else but I refused, telling him if he was SO SO SO SO HUNGRY he would eat the food in front of him. Eventually he asked if he could have a PBJ. Well I knew that if the other two saw him eating a PBJ, they’d want one too. So I told him sure, he could have one, but he had to make it himself. And if/when Layla and Isaac saw and wanted their own, he had to make theirs too. He could not BELIEVE how mean I was being. And sure enough, they both wanted one and I told them to ask Julian for one. (haha… ) Julian sniveled and pouted while he made their sandwiches and when he put the plates at their spots on the table, Layla said “I don’t want that! The bread is too thick!” (because I’ve been making bread lately and my cutting skills aren’t precise.)

And Julian looked at her with shock and disgust and said “I MADE IT FOR YOU AND NOW YOU’RE NOT GOING TO EAT IT???”

the blue blanket

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

This morning before we left for our day, Layla insisted on running back into the house for “the blue blanket” to bring to school. When I reminded her that her purple blanket was already there, she said she wanted to bring a different one because she always sucks her thumb with the purple one, and if she brought a different one she wouldn’t. This is a huge thing!! This is the very first step she’s taken on her own to kick the habit.