Blog Archives for category Blocks

Ah, so that’s where the rest of the blocks are.


Sibling Blocks



She does help build sometimes, but she likes destroying more. :)

A perfect arrow

I was working on my laptop on the couch and Owen was in the foyer playing with his blocks when I hear:

“Mama! Look what I made! Look!”

And he was deliriously happy and pointing at the floor.

“Come see! I made an arrow!”

And I thought it would be interesting to see what he thought was an arrow. So I walked over. And damn if he really didn’t build a perfect arrow.


I told him it was an AWESOME arrow and he did a really great job building it—and he was just GIDDY with excitement. Like almost vibrating with glee.

I love that kid.

Why play in the toy room…

…when there’s a perfectly good kitchen?


Owen: Mama! Look! All the buildings are talking…
Me: Talking?
Owen: Yes! To the taxi.

Stories by Owen

Once upon a time, there was a triangle. He was a pyramid and he was lost.

Once upon a time there was a little pyramid. He climbed inside the pyramid and climbed way to the top.

The finger is trick-or-treating.


Stacking, the hulk, shopping, and more.