Thank goodness for friends who are out and about and full of fun (and free!) ideas for keeping kids busy. And, thanks goodness for friends who blog and share all their secrets so that I can play copy-cat mom.
A friend recently posted about her family's adventures at a local Lego store. What? A Lego store? Here, in our city? I had no idea. But, since I have a four-year old that has just recently gotten into the Lego craze, I was excited to discover this.
Monday morning I loaded the kids up and told them we were going somewhere fun. They both asked if that meant Monkey Joe's. I said no. They both asked if that meant Chuck E Cheese. I said no. They both asked if that meant Chick Fil A. I said no. Then, in all seriousness, Grady Lee says, "If it's not any of those places then I don't know what fun thing it could be. Those are the only fun places we've ever been before."
I guess the hundred trips to the lake don't count. Or the visits to Carowinds Theme Park. Or the puppets and stories and crafts at the library. Or the bazillion visits to different parks and playgrounds.
After much begging, I told them we were going to go play at a Lego store in the mall, and if they were obedient, we'd get a hamburger for lunch in the food court. Much to my relief, they both yelled that my plan did sound fun. Whew.
Grady came home from work yesterday evening, and the boys literally pounced on him and and asked over and over, "Can we play rough? Can we play rough?"
Playing rough is equivalent to wrestling. And rolling on top of each other. And throwing balls at each other. And jumping on top of each other. You know, all the fun things that little boys love to do and know that Mom absolutely will not do so they have to wait until Dad gets home before they can have some real fun?
Here's a glimpse of the boys playing rough that is in the words of Grady Lee, "lots and lots of fun and lets me use my strong muscles!"