Legos
For some reason, people seem convinced that the thing a five year old needs most is Legos. let me assure you, that is not the case. I am the only one able to interpret the instructions to build anything like the picture on the box. Even Samantha, our very bright nine year old, was having a hard time interpreting the pictures. Joshua does love to play with the end result, an off road vehicle tweaked by Samantha to have a computer to drive when chasing invading aliens, and she also created a quite terrifying alien ship and mother ship, Well. Okay. So maybe it does work with 5 and eight year olds and I am just feeling grumpy because we inevitably lose that one piece that is crucial to making the all important all-terrain vehicle, and I get to listen to Joshua scream his head off because he can't play with that toy he has completely forgotten about until I opened my mouth and said I can't make it because I can't find the one piece. So, maybe the lesson here is that I should not talk about these things and instead just quietly retire the set when it is no longer useful. I'm a genius!
I also step on those little tiny things. It hurts, and then I am annoyed at the gift giver, which makes me feel guilty because I am supposed to be grateful for the gift, not annoyed.
Don't get me started with transformers. The person who created those was an evil genius. All children want them. They play with them, completely transforming them, then give incomprehensible directions for putting the device back together. So the child cries because it can't transform. I think toymakers are demons.
On a more pleasant note - and I do apologize for this rant. The children have had two hours of fun play destroying aliens this morning.
Samantha cantered and galloped on Madame Allbright on Saturday. She looks marvelous on the horse, and Ellen, her instructor, says Sam has made huge strides in her skills. Matt has some video of her riding that I will try to nag him into adding when he can. He is traveling again this week, so maybe not anytime soon.
I also step on those little tiny things. It hurts, and then I am annoyed at the gift giver, which makes me feel guilty because I am supposed to be grateful for the gift, not annoyed.
Don't get me started with transformers. The person who created those was an evil genius. All children want them. They play with them, completely transforming them, then give incomprehensible directions for putting the device back together. So the child cries because it can't transform. I think toymakers are demons.
On a more pleasant note - and I do apologize for this rant. The children have had two hours of fun play destroying aliens this morning.
Samantha cantered and galloped on Madame Allbright on Saturday. She looks marvelous on the horse, and Ellen, her instructor, says Sam has made huge strides in her skills. Matt has some video of her riding that I will try to nag him into adding when he can. He is traveling again this week, so maybe not anytime soon.
posted by Amy | 12:52 PM
2 Comments:
Loved the story---I have been there, trust me! And what about that video you mentioned? Has Matt put it on FB? Love, P.
Thodr littlr legos do cut in don't they. Nice story, Amy. Put all of them in a book for the children. They would love it later on.
Love,Mom
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