Day of the Duplo
March 04, 2014
Schools canceled. Snow day number 4,239. (Approximately. I've lost track.)
I'd say we're officially out of ideas around here, but that would imply that we ever had any ideas in the first place. We've built a lot of pilow forts and LEGO, bothered the neighbor kids and been bothered right back, and the house is covered with a fine dusting of dried-out Play Doh bits.
Yes, we've played in the snow, read some books and colored a lot of pictures, but mostly — if I'm being honest here — their time gets spent around the kitchen counter, wearing pajamas and eating an endless, absent-minded breakfast for HOURS AND HOURS, while the sounds of discordant cartoons and games bleat out from various screens.
GOOD MORNING EZRA. CAN YOU LOOK HERE? NO? HELLO?
HOW YOU DOING, IKE? IKE?
*MUFFLED ANGRY BIRDS THEME SONG*
Are their brains melting? Probably. But mostly I need to get them to stop eating all the cereal. We're going through a box and a half a day, plus countless eggs, waffles and pancakes. I cut up an entire watermelon last night and it was already gone by the time I got downstairs to make coffee.
So this morning I ransacked our basement storage area in search of the toys I packed away (last spring, when we thought we were moving, and then didn't) and brought up a huge plastic bin of Duplo blocks.
I packed up the Duplo blocks after months and months of neglect. Noah had solidly rejected them in favor of LEGO, Ezra wasn't much into building blocks in general, and Ike was too young for them.
Today, however, it's like Christmas goddamned morning.
OMG SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT BLOCKS OF PLASTIC THAN THE 17,000 OTHER BLOCKS OF PLASTIC WE HAVE FIVE FEET AWAY FROM HERE OMG
Despite missing reference photos, instructions and quite a few once-essential pieces, it didn't take them long to completely transform the living room into a booming metropolis.
What I traded in floor space I definitely got back in peace and quiet. I worked through the morning slightly amazed at the lack of arguing and whining, and I smugly congratulated myself on the brilliant swap-toy-collections-out-every-six-months-or-so plan.
And then I went downstairs again.
Eh, close enough.