The Eight of Us

The boys got some more Lego's for Christmas. Like they needed any more. You can't take two steps in our house without lodging one of those tiny little pieces into your foot. They never get completely picked up because there is always a house, or car, or monster creation that they are "saving".
But it's OK with me, they love playing with them and Lego's are so constructive.



So I got hem some pretty large kits and then Papa Choo Choo (the boys named him that- can you guess why?) got them an awesome Lego train kit. They couldn't wait to rip open the boxes and get to work. I had a nice long talk with them about how these kits are not like anything they'd put together before and that it would take them a long time, maybe weeks to get it all done. And they need to be patient and do a little at at time. I just wanted them to be prepared and not frustrated when they saw how complicated and involved these new kits were.

So Saturday morning, they woke up first. We listened to them excitingly get dressed and sneak downstairs, whispering the whole time about what they were going to work on first. When I came down, the you couldn't even see the kitchen table.
So much for my talk... by noon, both kits were completed.



I wouldn't let them open them train yet, though. We're saving it for New Years day.
"Is it Friday yet?"... "How many days until Friday?"... "Can we pretend today is Friday?"..."How about we open the train on Tuesday instead of Friday?"...
It's driving them nuts, they can't wait. I think Papa Choo Choo should come over and help. ;)