Sam's dad has been in town on business this week,
so we've gotten to have him over during the evenings.
And oh, what fun the boys have been having with him!
Earlier this year, he brought the boys their first "real" Lego sets.
And they've been crazy about them ever since.
This week he gave them each another set--Star Wars style, this time,
and they've played with little else since.
They're getting a pretty nice Lego collection!
And I love it.
I love the way following the instruction booklets gets them to develop their analytical side
and how the other creations they come up with help them increase their creativity.
I love how excited they are to show us what they build.
I love that they're (finally!) becoming less enthusiastic about weapons
and focusing more on very imaginative, powerful modes of transportation.
But most of all, I love to see them delight in each others' creations,
play so long and so well together,
and strengthen their brotherly bond over these little plastic bricks.
Don't mind Lincoln; picking his nose is all the rage these days.
Also, dirty, disheveled boys in the evenings are signs of a day of great adventures!
(At least, that's what I tell myself when the end of the day always looks like this.)