If you were to track the activities of my daily life and how I spend my time- you would not only be a bit creepy- but you might think that I have a new hobby.
The past few days, I have spent a considerable amount of time prying tiny Lego pieces apart with my nails, repairing damaged creations, meticulously following instruction booklets to build things, and visiting Lego.com a few times a day. In the beginning, when my son would solicit my help, I would try my hardest to involve him in the process. Those days are gone. Now, it's all me. I'm serious about building these things, and getting them built right. Perhaps, this unexpected consumption of my time will lead me to create something like this:
My husband would think it was HOT if I did.