When the Lego sets arrived by mail -- gifts from the grandparents -- the girls ripped open their boxes right on the doorstep and immediately ran inside to start examining the plastic packages that held the magical little blocks that would eventually turn into Harry Potter's bus (Phoebe's) and a summery little log cabin (Abby's). It was a rainy weekday -- a rainy weekday in June at that -- and with homework and cello and piano and ballet winding down, they found themselves in the long-forgotten position of having a long stretch of hours seemingly made for perfecting their pitched roof technique. And I found myself in the long-forgotton position of wanting to maybe get down on the floor with them like the old days and help out.
Not My Thing
Not My Thing
Not My Thing
When the Lego sets arrived by mail -- gifts from the grandparents -- the girls ripped open their boxes right on the doorstep and immediately ran inside to start examining the plastic packages that held the magical little blocks that would eventually turn into Harry Potter's bus (Phoebe's) and a summery little log cabin (Abby's). It was a rainy weekday -- a rainy weekday in June at that -- and with homework and cello and piano and ballet winding down, they found themselves in the long-forgotten position of having a long stretch of hours seemingly made for perfecting their pitched roof technique. And I found myself in the long-forgotton position of wanting to maybe get down on the floor with them like the old days and help out.