My granddaughter lets me play with her giant legos. I have fun playing with her, though I hesitate to say ‘we’ have fun since she usually takes apart the stuff I build. Except for, oddly, a house for the dogs in her dog collection to live in. And I think that over this holiday with her at her mom’s, I have some work to do on it.
She hasn’t really jumped on the blocks. I build stuff, she takes it apart. Again and again. Till yesterday. Yesterday my little 18-month old just built the little tower at the top of this post. Other than watching her skills putting the pieces together and finally making something I see as something, I was taken by the simple fact that she builds with the pieces upside-down. Or, truth-be-told, I build with the pieces upside-down. Who is to say? They’re her blocks, so I guess she is. Which brings me back to the work I have to do. Obviously, I need to turn the blocks in the doghouse over. For some reason, I think she’ll be checking on Monday morning
If you think about it, her way the tower has little legs like a table.
Yeah, great point. It makes far more sense her way.