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We have had Lego competition in one of our local churches. It is a great way for kids to get together and do something fun. My son used to take his cars apart or, like your son, smash them up. My week end is not going to be constructive at all as my back is out of whack again. The whole right side down to my leg. What is really bad is I have to take care of hubby. He can't do much of anything because of his breathing. COPD and asthma are not fun. Have a blessed weekend.

Legos kept my kids occupied, for sure. I have 8 children, 7 of whom were teenagers at ONCE. while the youngest was 5 (twins in the middle). It was a trip. LOL. At this stage of my life, I am thankful to HAVE them. They are very helpful, caring and work hard.

Pixi, your comment about your son smashing cars together reminded me about my son; he would build model cars and/or buy cheap plastic cars with some of his allowance and then play 'crash and burn' with them. I only found out about this game one day when I found a burned, half melted plastic car he'd forgotten about.

Mine would have me sit at one end of a hall and he and I would release our vehicles from opposite ends and have them crash. Thankfully he was too young them (4) for the burn part. We never smoked so there weren't matches lying around. My brother, however, enjoyed watching matches burn beneath my mother's upholstered furniture. She foudn the burnt matches there but thenkfully he never set the house on fire from it.

Don't know if they have competition but if you live in or near Manchester, NH they have a lego place that has all kinds of buildings.

Thanks for the pointer kittycat. Not sure if we'll ever get over there but it's a possibility.

You story reminded me of the year my little brother got Lincoln Logs for Christmas. He had played with them at a friends and asked Santa for them. First thing he did when he opened them was build something so he could catapult them across the room. Mom cried, "THAT'S what you wanted them for? " So yeah, little boys often seem to have a destructive bent.

Must be the need for excitement.

LOL. Typical male adrenaline.

When my son was a baby, but able to stand in his crib holding on to the rail, he would bounce so hard he flipped himself out of the crib and onto the floor three times before he was three years old. We tried everything to get him to stop including tying a sheet across the crib like a "ceiling." He figured out how to bounce in between the rail and the edge of the sheet. He walked unaided when he was 7 months old.

Wow. He and my granddaughter would have made a pair. She could climb out of anything because she could put her leg up until her foot was over her head and lever herself out of anything with a railing...and she'd get in one of those bouncy swings and bounce so fast she'd be a blur. I don't know how it didn't shake her brain loose. She was only 2 at the time.

OK pixi--so what was your call to fame at the age of 2--I can only remember back to when I was 3 y/o & overheard my mom speaking to a friend about a baby coming to our house. I so hoped it might be a girl. But when this baby came--it was a boy. We were all sitting around the kitchen table eating dinner one night trying to come up with a name..."No fair, I added, this baby's name should be Susan." We already have a Paul & a John--why not Susan? It's a perfectly nice name. Next night I found out that Susan would be called Joseph (he liked Joe). So went my perfectly planned "sister".....blessings to everybody who has the luck of a sister (& begrugingly even a brother). Now, they are my best buds. X0X0

In my late 2's and maybe early 3's my parents went to the Catskills for two summers.One year for a costume party they dressed me up as a bride. Another they dressed me up as a cigarette girl (like a kewpie doll but I had a tray with cigarettes & matches I carried. I even had on heels which were enormous on me but I managed not to fall or trip). One of those years they put me on a table and I sang "In Your Easter Bonnet."
We moved to LI from Brooklyn when I was 3 1/2 and from that summer on never went upstate so it had to be before we moved.
I can remember picking up a lit cigarette from an ashtray to try and smoke it but my mom caught me in time. I remember holding sparklers on the 4th of July and my dad bringing me home a wooden tugboat as a toy. I still dream of that house sometimes. I have lots of memories of living there but can't say my age because we did go back to visit until the city forced my grandmother out to expand a schoolyard on the next block.

WOW pixi--such vivid memories from such a young lady! I' m proud of you--I also dream of my birth home & our beautiful new place we moved to in a lovely area when I was 13 y/o, Oh boy, we were the richest family around! But, I must say, that lovely mansion was the result of my dad's hard work.

What was it like?

Pixi-we moved into a lovely neighborhood, with large brick homes and large lots. It was great fun meeting new friends. At the end of our road, was an historic home where the owner & her descendents were part of the "Underground Railroad". They would give food & shelter to slaves on the run--and tell them how to progress to the next safe house. There was a creek they could follow right in front of her house & passing thru our property. She was a big wig at Pa Historical society. When they held a party, it was a PARTY. We could walk around the house and it was true--bed&mattress were so high they had a step stool to climb into their bed.

Did it have a canopy also? Sounds like falling out of that bed might really hurt.
What an exciting neighborhood to be a part of.
I grew up in Levittown. It had its good points like a pool walking distance from the house that was free to residents. Mostly I didn't like it much except that we had a strip of undeveloped land behind the house and I spent many days there collecting rocks, chasing butterflies, piucking wild blackberries. I think without that I'd have been bored.

We had a high four poster bed and when we'd first gotten it my husband DID fall out of it. Make quite a thud. We had a strip of woods also that I used to play in (it was more fun than playing silly things with the other girls). I went everywhere barefoot even in that little woods. There was a high area that I used for my stage and always performed to appreciative audiences (squirrels, butterflies and the like). Loved that little woods.

Sounds magical. There were no woods by us. I would have loved that.

You made me laugh pixipixil. Typical boy. Wouldn't it be ironic if he grew up to be a building contractor? Ha Ha. Maybe not, but I would love to know what kind of profession he choose.

He wanted to be a stand up comic but never made much of himself. He got into drugs and alcohol and died from a combination of too much methadone (from his girlfriend) and pneumonia which he didn't know he had. He never had a professional job as he couldn't even manage community college but not because he was slow.
A huge number of people came to the funeral and so many had been touched by his kindness towards them as he would make them laugh when they felt down. It breaks my heart that we couldn't guide him but he wasn't one to listen to advice. It was a miracle he lived to be 32. He jumped off a bridge into the Hudson River. When I asked why he said, "because I was hot and wanted to cool off." He also jumped off a cliff at a nearby waterfall. He loved Jackie Chan and started to cry because someone on the internet put out a fake news report that Chan had died. This is when my son was 31. I explained how Chan would never have died the way the report claimed because he never did stunts alone in some out of the way place. He was always careful and had back up, so the report was a fake. My son left behind at least one illegitimate daughter via a violent woman with deep mental problems who now has custody of her. Another woman he met in rehab started living with him and claims a child she had is his. He got involved with her so his baby (he had sole custody for about two years before the mother finally completed rehab) would have a mother. She's the one who gave him the methadone. She had moved out and started living with her parents once her baby was born and she told my son to get rid of his frst daughter as if she were trash because now he should only care about the kid she was having. Needless to say we don't want to be involved with either woman so we also forego the grandkid(s).
It's all very sad and it's hard to find a reason to be hopeful these days although I am grateful my husband is alive and well and we are still married and at peace with eachother. I try to count my blessings but sometimes I just feel really angry and hopeless. In the long run my son's death has saved us many years of heartache and worry and court appearances as he would have fought over his daughter. He didn't care much about the second kid. Neither woman shared his last name with the child. We were supporting him although he had a full time job working for a lawn care company.

My dear pixipixil.....sorry for your loss. I also lost a son, but he was very young at the time, and was born with a bad heart. Because of his death, and because my husband and I didn't mourn together, it eventually led to our divorce. Wish we and our other two children would have all gone through therapy. Sometimes the road through life is very bumpy. My blessings to you and yours.

I am so sorry for your loss and the break up of your marriage. My husband and I also had different ways of dealing. He wanted to remember and I wanted to forget but we each tread lightly and things have leveld off.
Blessings on you and your children. And just a word--therapy sometimes make sit worse, not better. Getting the right therapist can be tricky.

Welcome to the puzzled group, Sulie! Don't worry about the time it takes to complete these puzzles. I hardly ever even look at the scoreboard. I enjoy myself, relax, and keep my hands and brain active.

I like your outlook. May adopt as mine too.

Sharon, I know just what you mean. There are times I can't use my wrist much either, but I just keep on pluggin', like you! :)

YES! We have to keep on keeping on rahrah1820. I so enjoy Jigsaws.....find them so relaxing. Guess that is why I find myself in no hurry!!!!!

Cool one of my grandmothers was always travelling on business. Then she'd return with a present. Then one day I was annoyed because my nephew was disrespectful and rude to her. My sister wouldn't address it and my bil wanted to. She was bringing him back a gift. She was in her 80's and his attitude was gimme my prezzie. She said nothing is open and my nephew says oh walmart is open. My issue was his attitude and in the manner in which he was communicating with her!

I'm with you, Carolsapple, children can be so rude and materiallistic these days and their parents do nothing. But, just let someone else say something to the child and watch the fur fly!

We all could hear my bil and sis arguing loudly in the kitchen. She wanted to let his rude behavior slide - oh no don't make a scene. He said Heck No! I'm not going to have my son disrespect his grandmother. She did the same thing when we all were on vacation. My father was in a wheelchair and my nephew was running the wheelchair into everyone's feet. My bil said that's it in the car - she's like omg! were on vacation. She's done it to me as well. Allows my niece to be rude to me and then allows the child to lecture me about respect? Then she's in public screaming at me? Now I won't even speak to her. Even if she emails me I won't answer her.

NICE........! I would do the same. But my grandsons don't seem happy going step by step to build something. They seem to want everything already done for them. Even in Logan Airport, we saw a gigantic Lego display--and I accepted the challenge! Let's go make one of these in my family room. Boy the doom & gloom on their faces make me feel sad that they wouldn't KNOW the glory of creation & would just settle.

Ouchee! I bet many a parent has done that. But, what a wonderful toy.

Yep! They really hurt.

A rite of parenthood.

Yes! That really hurts.

Yes I've stepped a Lego piece with barefeet. Ugh! Two dogs in 6 months taken to the ER vet. I called the property manager and he kept saying how can I help you? Then oh I gotta go - fine.

If you step on them with shoes on they make a nice crunch.