I ♥ Legos

For years, Gabe was banned from getting Legos until he turned five. Really, it was just a ploy Bart used so we wouldn't have all those little pieces lying everywhere around the house.

Gabe has a steal-trap mind and never forgets anything. For weeks leading up to his fifth birthday all he talked about was getting Lego's. And he got what he wanted. Here is a picture of that day.

The only thing is, he doesn't like to put them together himself. So, reluctantly I had to do it. Oh, and he doesn't know just how competitive his mom is yet, because he told me how good my friend Tonia was at putting a Lego castle together when he was over there playing with her daughter. What!? Am I not as good as Tonia? Well, I was going to show him.

I put together his Star Wars Walker in record time. He was impressed and my obsession began! "Gabe," I said, "Do you want to go to Target and buy another Lego set?" Well, what child is going to say no. So we did. We get home and before we are through the door, I start ripping open the package. All the luscious pieces are like candy calling my name.

Since that day back in January, I am not sure how many Lego sets I have bought under the guise of my child loving Legos so much. The sad truth is, I love Legos. I am obsessed. I can't get enough of them. I dream about them. I want them. I feel such a sense of accomplishment once I am done building one. They make me happy.

Please, don't tell Gabe. He might stop letting me buy them for him.