Leggo My. . .Lego!

Hi! Have you ever heard of Legos? If not, holy cow, you don't know what you are missing. For about the last month or two I have been in full Lego tower production. I play with them wherever and whenever. Here I am with my Legos in the basement playroom.

Next we traveled upstairs and I quickly settled in with my upstairs Lego stash. Busy, busy, busy!

Footage of me hard at work.

Then Mama said it was time to eat, but I had so much Lego work to catch up on I had to bring some to lunch with me. Mama didn't care as long as I kept eating. She can be a tyrant about that, you know.

Oh, an afternoon nap sure sounds good. But there's so much work to do, I better bring my Legos to bed with me.

Ahh, my evening at the spa. Oh, Lego tower, will you ever be completed?

Sometimes I ponder my obsession with Legos. Why must I constantly carry at least one Lego everywhere with me (even to church and the restaurant)? Why are they so Lego-licious? Then it occurred to me. I vaguely remember Daddy talking to me when I was in the womb telling me Legos are the absolute, best toys in the entire world and if I like them when I grow up, I can play with his vast Lego collection from when he was a kid--and we all know that's a long time ago, they must be ancient. So, here's to Legos. The absolute, best toy in the world. PS: when I say Lego, of course I mean Lego Duplos. I'm still too little for the big kid ones, but I'm getting there.