The Building Blocks of Boys

I mentioned this winter than Little Man was into Legos. Since I wrote that post in January, our Lego collection has grown significantly. Little Man and his Dad spend hours creating and building, while I watch and pray silently that nothing falls apart while Husband is at work--because there is no way I'll be able to put them back together.

When left on his own with his Legos, Little Man creates. A few months ago, he brougt me this:



"Mom mom, this a house," he told me. "A house for pee-pwels!" A house for people.

He then spent twenty minutes moving his little plastic Pooh Bear in and out of the door.

Playing with Pooh Bear gave him an idea.

"Mom mom build a Pooh Sticks Bridge?" He asked me. "Pooh Ba wants to play."

If I do say so myself, my Pooh Sticks Bridge turned out pretty well. Little Man was so tickled with the "sticks" (cut up straws) that he has requested the bridge several times since. Now he helps me put it together, adding the blue water for "the sticks to make a big SPWASH" in.

Occasionally Mickey or a farm animal joins Pooh in a rousing game of Pooh sticks.

And then there's the days when Little Man sits at his table in his bedroom, building tall towers--always color coordinated. One day I heard him giving directions to Christmas Bear, one of the toys he sleeps with.

"This is big red towa!" Little Man told him. "Build it like this. What color you build?"

Before I knew it, Little Man had all his favorite toys propped up on his table so he could show them how to build tall towers. He held their little hands and together, he and Scout and Christmas Bear and his fuzzy Pooh built towers togeter.



As I watched him playing, I realized he was having the boy version of a tea party with his toys. Little girls drink tea with their dolls, little boys build tall towers (and then knock them over) with theirs.

I think I'm finally getting this raising a boy thing down.