The Toy

I know that this may come as a bit of a surprise to some....but Greyson really isn't into toys. Now mind you he does have some and he does play with them. But most days he would prefer to while away the hours playing sports outside or be inside having grand Jack and Annie (from the Magic Treehouse series) adventures with Quinn. Toys really don't hold his attention for that long. This makes it easy on me in keeping our toy closet under control but always presents a problem at gift giving time when the inevitable "What does Greyson want for his birthday?" comes out of my mother's mouth.

So this past July, as I usually do, I struggled with getting together a list for family and friends to pick and choose from. One of the last items I added, an afterthought really, was LEGOS. If he does anything with toys it is usually build something so I figured he might like them. Was I wrong, he LOVES them.

While every other toy from his birthday (including the ones that Raif and I gave him) had their moment in the sun and have since been put in baskets to be played with only on occasion the LEGOS have stood the test of time. He plays with them almost every day. In the wee hours of the weekend mornings, I can hear the pitter patter of his feet running to his LEGO box and he quietly works until the rest of the house wakes up. When we asked him what he wanted as his reward for doing well at school (we get a color coded report every day) I would have bet a million dollars it would have been an extra bedtime story but no it was extra LEGO time with Daddy. So every couple of days, he sits with his father and makes fantastic space ships and boat-cars and boat-planes and every other conceivable machine that can go on land, by water or in the air or in some cases in all 3. Most weekend mornings we are greeted by a knock at the door and a presentation of the latest work of art. I am so glad we have found something he enjoys to do so much, and quietly to boot. LEGOS, I love you.