Josh was on bath duty and I was on entertainment duty for those not currently
being bathed. I wish I could say it all went smoothly, but sadly, I can't.
There was yelling and fighting and hitting and pinching and a few tears.
The tears were mine, but I didn't do any of the hitting or pinching. That was
the boys. They just don't do Lego well together. I can see how Lego can be a
very solitary activity, but I didn't think it had to be. But I was wrong.
Now I know it has to be.
Once I was able to get them to stop stealing Legos from each other's piles
and just look at what I made (yeah, what I made), they were all oohing
and aaahing over my menorah. It's not big, and the colors are all mixed up, but
for a 15-minute window on a Friday afternoon, I think this is pretty good. Not
award-winning Lego good, but definitely mommy-in-a-rush-Lego good. I'm hoping
the boys will take some alone time, as in without each other, and try
to make their own Lego menorahs. Not because we need more Lego menorahs and not
because Lego is great for practicing those fine motor skills - even though it is
- but because it's great for splitting the boys up when there's been too much
togetherness for their own good.
I keep looking at my menorah. I really like it. I'm thinking it'll be a
cute little centerpiece for the 'ole family Chanukah party.