A Million Little Pieces
If you're a big reader, you'll probably recognize my title as James Frey's controversial new book about addiction.
If you're a parent of boys you're probably thinking, "legos and bionicles".
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about. Who has time for reading about other people's problems when your life (and rooms and every last drawer and corner) is cluttered with Legos, from wheels to building platforms to miniscule gems and coins no bigger than a toenail clipping?
Parents of Lego lovers celebrate! Stan and I have just reached Lego Nirvana, or as close as a couple of parents of 3 boys can get to that. A few years ago, when Sean was still a toddler, we had a friend revamp our basement into a play area and reserved a small section of it for a weight bench which we enclosed behind a door so little ones couldn't get in. Recently, one of us who is especially brilliant (I think it was me) said, "The heck with the weights, they can be ANYWHERE! Let's put all the Legos, Bionicles, Playmobil and anything else that has billions of microscopic parts and put them in there!"
Ahhhhh~The peace~The order~The happy bare feet~
So last night, Stan and I were looking lovingly at the space we'd just furnished with Ikea shelving and table and he said, "What are we going to do about that blank wall. It needs something." I immediately thought of Luke's drawings of Bionicles and said, "Hey! Let's get him to draw a Bionicle on the wall and we'll paint it!" We went and got Luke and asked him what he thought. He liked the idea and then Stan had another brilliant idea. He suggested that Luke just draw the figure on paper and we could copy it onto a transparency and borrow our church's projector and project the image onto the wall. Luke, my little literal one said, "But why would we want to keep a projector here beaming the picture on the wall when I could just draw it up there for good?"
If you're a parent of boys you're probably thinking, "legos and bionicles".
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about. Who has time for reading about other people's problems when your life (and rooms and every last drawer and corner) is cluttered with Legos, from wheels to building platforms to miniscule gems and coins no bigger than a toenail clipping?
Parents of Lego lovers celebrate! Stan and I have just reached Lego Nirvana, or as close as a couple of parents of 3 boys can get to that. A few years ago, when Sean was still a toddler, we had a friend revamp our basement into a play area and reserved a small section of it for a weight bench which we enclosed behind a door so little ones couldn't get in. Recently, one of us who is especially brilliant (I think it was me) said, "The heck with the weights, they can be ANYWHERE! Let's put all the Legos, Bionicles, Playmobil and anything else that has billions of microscopic parts and put them in there!"
Ahhhhh~The peace~The order~The happy bare feet~
So last night, Stan and I were looking lovingly at the space we'd just furnished with Ikea shelving and table and he said, "What are we going to do about that blank wall. It needs something." I immediately thought of Luke's drawings of Bionicles and said, "Hey! Let's get him to draw a Bionicle on the wall and we'll paint it!" We went and got Luke and asked him what he thought. He liked the idea and then Stan had another brilliant idea. He suggested that Luke just draw the figure on paper and we could copy it onto a transparency and borrow our church's projector and project the image onto the wall. Luke, my little literal one said, "But why would we want to keep a projector here beaming the picture on the wall when I could just draw it up there for good?"
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