A Peek Inside Our Monday Mornin' Window
If you were to peek inside my dining room window at 7:00 am every morning, this is what you'd see.
A table full of Legos.
Three little boys.
Still in pajamas.
And, a sleepyhead, frazzle-haired Momma heading to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
My boys love to play with their Legos.
I love what their play with Legos reveals about their personalities.
My Max. He's always building airplanes. He spends about five minutes building one, then zooms and crashes it around the house for the next hour.
He's not interested in the process. It's all about the finished product. (He's his Dad's son. Don't tell my husband I told you that.)
Max has his eyes on the destination.
My Jack. Technical. Intense builder. He's all about concentrating on creating intricate things. This is the beginning of The Millennium Falcon. He builds it as precisely as his five year-old fingers and imagination will allow.
It's all about the process for Jack. It's about the fun of getting there. He'll finish it, and then take it apart within minutes.
Jack loves the journey.
My Lincoln - my sweet baby. I give him a small bowl and he fills it with Legos...
And, then empties it out, again. Over and over and over.
I love this age. The comfort of repetition. The babyness. All that Lincoln wants is to be with his brothers. To be like them. To play with their toys.
Lincoln loves being included.
But, do you know what I love just as much about this it's-still-so-dark-outside Lego playing session?
Legos babysit.
They watch my boys for the early mornin', "How on earth am I gonna do this today?", "Why do they wake up rearin' to go?, "Where is Mary Poppins or Fraulein Maria?" twenty minutes that I need to make a pot of coffee, pour in my favorite creamer, guzzle down my first cup of ambition, and gain some perspective.
Because without those few, precious minutes, I'd see my boys like this...
Instead of what's really there.
The children I love.
Playing together.
With their favorite toys.
And, their bright, colorful, unique personalities reminding me how very blessed I am to wake up to a new day with them.
yay, legos! and also, in my case,... polly pockets.
ReplyDeleteI love this post, Sarah. I love it for it's tenderness and humor and how much it reveals about your boys and your heart for them. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteI heart legos in a really big way. My boys love them too and I love the bowl idea. Will have to use that with baby girl eventually :)
ReplyDelete~Jenny
Love this post and your insights into their personalities!
ReplyDeleteMy brother and I played with Legos all the time and I look forward to our future children creating with Legos, too!
What a sweet post. You have such a love for your children that comes out so clearly in your blog. I love legos too. They are a constant here in our house. It really does show so much about each personality playing with them, and is such a fun and productive thing to do together.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing!
Love this post, Sarah. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteVery sweet. My problem with legos, and army guys, and matchbox cars is that they are very hard on bare feet! :0S
ReplyDeleteOh, Sarah, this is an absolutely precious post! Print it out and stick it in a scrapbook or journal.
ReplyDeleteYour boys are so cute!
ReplyDeleteJust one question on my mind. I've been in your house, you are not real tall, so what in the world were you standing on to shoot that first photo? You silly photographer!!! Anything to get a great shot! Wow, I've said it before, you would love to spend some time with Dave and Lindsey talking shop.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful post. It brings me back. My Andy loved Legos. We had (Actually still have) tons of them. He was a plane builder like Max and had little Lego planes all over his room. What fun!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a big fan of legos and their entertainment factor! Cute post!
ReplyDeleteWhenever you can find a "babysitter" that is also good for them....it's a win win all around. Such a sweet post Sarah.
ReplyDeleteTammy,
ReplyDeleteOh, I hear you! I have Lego imprints on my feet regularly.
Ginger,
I climbed up on a chair. The lengths a photographer will go to for the shot he/she wants! You know this all too well!
i love seeing your sweet boys playing together. fun post.
ReplyDeleteyou really could write a book =)
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