That's No Moon, It's a Space Station

The Christmas lights are down!

I was hoping to delay Project Light Removal until May, but I couldn't let a 65 degree February Sunday slip by without spending at least part of it precariously balanced on a ladder or teetering at the edge of doom on my rooftop.

The Legos are washed!

And I found the culprits for the mess. One melted root beer keg hard candy, bird seed(!?!), remnants of my sister's school diorama projects, carpet fuzz, and around 15 years of storage in the Texas heat.

Now that the bin of Legos is washed, though, I'm awash in memories of past planes, trains, and automobiles. I've discovered two awesome sites to help me fill in the missing bricks of my memory of past Lego glory. I could spend hours reminiscing over the old instruction guides while Mini-Me fills the air with the sweet sound of sifting through plastic bricks.

P.S. I still can't quite wrap my head around why there was bird seed in the Lego bin...Everybody keeps their root beer flavored hard candy with their Legos...that makes sense. But bird seed?

The Force is strong with this one!

Somehow we made a quick U-Turn out of Gotham City and into a galaxy far, far, away. Mini-Me wanted to try Wii Lego Star Wars even though we were 97.4% finished with Lego Batman. He quickly became infatuated with 'Dark Vader', 'CP3P0', 'Dark Maw', 'the guy with the rocket who throws bombs' (Jango Fett), and 'that princess girl' (Leia).

In attempting to distract him from wanting to waste away his days playing video games at the ripe old age of four, I dusted off my bin of old Star Wars toys (and by old I mean the ones I collected while in college in the late 90s before my wife [mostly] broke me of the habit of buying toys). They were a hit! Especially anyone with a removable helmet (another reason I call him Mini-Me!)

Now, instead of fighting over what gets played on the Wii (The Wubster likes sword fighting on Wii Sports Resort), Mini-Me and the Wubster are fighting over who gets to fly the mini Slave-1 and who gets to fly the mini X-Wing around the basement.

With Mini-Me's new found interest in Star Wars, I'm answering a ton of questions about who's who and what's what and why nobody can fly like Superman. Maybe I should get this collection of books to help him understand the basic storyline.

She's got legs...and she knows how to use them!!!

Mickey (TKNTD) is completely mobile. She's testing Newton's Laws of Motion as well as the baby proofing around the house now that the boys have helped redecorate with Hot Wheels, Geotrax, Justice Leaguers, and Legos.

With The Wubster, we expressed concerns that he wasn't crawling at the same age as Mini-Me did or in the same way (The Wubster went straight to walking...although now he's enjoying race crawling with his sister). But Mickey (TKNTD) has transitioned easily and without fanfare to crawling, pulling herself up, and cruising along furniture. I wonder how much of that has to do with her being a naturally talented mover and how much with the fact that we're distracted by the exploits of two wild and crazy guys...

For as much moving and shaking as Mickey (TKNTD) is doing around the house, she absolutely refuses to crawl for her daycare provider. It seems she's taking the opposite approach that her old man did:

Legends speak of my time in daycare. It is written that my caregivers spoke to my mother one day about what a good walker I was becoming.

"What!?!" she exclaimed, "He's not walking, yet!"
"Why yes he is...he's wearing out the carpet along the walls. It's all he does all day," they retorted. "He doesn't start crawling again until about fifteen minutes before you come to pick him up."

The elders say I looked across the room at my mother's disbelieving face and crawled over to greet her.

The next day she arrived early and stayed hidden, watching me circle the room like a mall power walker on a Sunday morning. Sure enough, fifteen minutes before the normal pick-up time I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled.

That's all the random I've got today...head on over for a visit with The Un Mom for more.