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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Lego, the love the pain

While interviewing actors they always ask if they identified with the character they played. I have never identified with any character more than Lord Business in the Lego Movie. I feel his pain. But at the same time I love the time we spend in cloud cuckoo land creating.
There are days when I have searched online for local Lego mom support groups. The emotional conflict towards Lego is tiring. I love Lego for what it is, for what it is to my boys. They can spend hours and hours playing Lego. From building with instructions to creating fighter jets and buildings. I enjoy building Lego, definate sense of achievement when you see this amazing firestation build from tiny pieces. But that is the problem, the tiny pieces, everywhere, all over, in every room.
Our Lego journey started with Duplo, amazing toy. You can put it in a big box, haul it out regularly, it rebuilds quickly and it packs away. Then my husband rescued is cake box of Lego he had as a boy from his mothers cupboard. This is when the joy and the pain began. When a child is left alone with a box of mixed Lego, the only thing to do is tip it out. No biggy, I always put the Lego on my special Lego mat, easily lifted and poured, the dustpan and broom can easily pick up any escapees. But then birthday after birthday, christmas after christmas the generosity of all leads to the slow build up of our Lego World. My son and I have a dream of one day creating a room that is Lego City. Will Farrell got to play in our dream. This dream is what lead Lord Business to the temptation of crazy glue. Once you have rebuild a ambulance more times than you can think, and worse once you have located, sorted and then rebuild the ambulance again more times this is when you start having crazy glue fantasies. Once you have sorted and sorted and sorted through mounds of lego you get to a point where you need to sort and separate in order to maintain your sanity. My sorting project is a work in progress. It started with sorting into colours, good but vaguely effective. Then moved into sorting into piece sizes in draws, more effective. Then moved into sorting mini figures into people and accessories. My recent sort is a mini figure stand, each figure has a place with all accessories. This all seems super until the 2 year old walks in and after a short trip to the loo and a boil of the kettle, you find empty draws and trays and a lego volcanoe of pieces, with heads, legs and arms that is a depiction of Dantes Inferno, a not so Divine Comedy. This is when mom turns on her heel to lock
herself in the toilet and cry. But... Everything is Awesome!

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