Legos

When we first got Legos for Quinn it was mostly about Luke's love of the toy. When Quinn "built" his entry for the Lego contest, it was an after thought to Luke's amazing Darth Vader bust. Nowadays, Quinn is just as accomplished as his father with the beloved toy. It seems like just the other day he had little time for the building blocks and now he's able to build skyscrapers that reach towards the sky (or the top of his bedroom). I want to buy him more and more so his supply never runs out and I never have to disassemble something amazing that he has built. When he builds, his face and posture is so focused and studious. His tongue comes to the front of his mouth, just passing his lips as he concentrates on his next move. Last night we went to bed later than was normal, but I just couldn't bear to force him to sleep when he was so contented playing with his Legos. Luke continues to amaze me with his spatial abilities. He was able to build a block out of bricks that spelled Quinn's name in Legos. Remarkable. When Quinn and I were putting away his Legos this morning, we counted as we threw them into the bin. Once again, I was in awe of how quickly he remembers things. I said one, he says two and so on.

Have I mentioned about the Owey's (spelling)? Quinn seems always to have mysterious injuries that he will point out to Luke and I, or anyone willing to listen. Most of these imaginary injuries require a band-aid, which usually leads to Luke or I needing a band-aid too. Of the three or four boxes of cartoon character inspired band-aids I've purchased in the last few months, maybe 3 or 4 bandaids were used for ACTUAL injuries. Hilarious. It's a easy and relatively inexpensive way to cater to his imagination and that seems worthwhile to me.