Legos have literally taken over my home. I almost weapt when I saw that adorable new line of Legos geared at girls at the end cap of the aisle in Target. The only thing that had given me a moment of comfort the past few months was that in a few years Cole would be better about keeping his Legos more or less on his giant Lego desk, and this family could just move past this dark time of Lego permeation since our youngest is a girl.
I'm all for my daughter and sons playing with any toys, regardless of the stereotypical gender for which the toy is intended. But Legos? I've been telling Stella over and over that those are the boys' toys, on purpose. I make a clear point to direct her away from the Legos, even if it's toward the basket of cars. I probably should be doing this because I fear that she will put one in her mouth and choke, but more than anything I fear that she'll develop a love for them.
Then there will be more Legos in my house. I can not have more Legos in my house.
I'm probably wrecking her development of spatial thinking and whatever else those Legos are supposed to do, but I'm fine with that. She'll have other skills to survive on, I need to get those Legos the hell out of my house.
Surely there's a scientist doll, or a carpenter doll who can build a treehouse to inspire her. Stella can't possibly need the girl Legos to gain this sort of perspective of a female role in life, right? Doesn't Barbie have a career dream worth copying?
I think the most frustrating part of Legos is that they hurt, not just emotionally, but physically too. Those pieces are small and pointy and can wound when walked on in bare feet. I feel an irrational amount of anger when I hurt myself on one. I try to keep calm, but my mind fights against all the logic I feel like I usually have and I have visions of throwing all the Legos I can find into a large fire in the backyard or taking a very large hammer and smashing them all to bits.
Do not worry, I am not doing either of those things for fear of the pshychological damage to my children, which would probably cost an insane amount of money to treat. Besides, the kids are challenging enough for me as they are, I can not fathom having to put up with extra mental issues which would possibly require even more emotional support from me. I'm just not strong enough for that. I need to continue to supress my Lego rage turning into a truly damaging situation.
I do throw away a fair amount of Legos though. It's my new rule that if somehting looks like it is completely apart from it's intended set, and I don't know immediately where the intended set is located, it's going in the trash. This also holds true for anything broken, missing a piece, or repeatedly left scattered all over, like my children's Old Maid card game that they simply could not keep in a box.
The one redeeming quality about Legos is that they can be sucked up in the vacuum. This makes getting rid of the random ones so much easier than larger items. I get a perverse satisfaction everytime I hear the rattle and crack of a primary colored piece of plastic being sucked away with the dirt and crumbs. There's no bringing it back from the vacuum canister, I'm disgusted by emptying that, no way am I ever picking out the Legos.
I constantly read different organizational methods for our family's supply of Legos, and all of them sound fantastic. They all leave out one key element though, my children's' ability to scatter bits of toy all over. Even if Cole did play with his Legos in only one location, Stella is relentless in her pursuit of all things small and scatterable.
Stella will climb chairs, desks, tables, shelves, and pillage any drawer, box or case to find the Legos. She puts them in her adorable purses and shopping cart, then walks around and throws them in different locations. I'm confident she targets my walkways. She has to know she's going to get me or she wouldn't bother. She can be really mean.
The truth is that I am at a loss for how to proceed. The boys are far too enchanted by Legos to ban them from the house at this point. We're in too deep. There's no going back with them...but, please, no one tell Stella that girls can play with Legos too. I'm still holding out hope for her to escape them and give our family our home back.
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