Blog Archives for category Blocks
She does help build sometimes, but she likes destroying more.
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.
…when there’s a perfectly good kitchen?
Owen: Mama! Look! All the buildings are talking…
Owen: Yes! To the taxi.
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.