My Love/Hate Relationship with Legos

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LegosThere. I’ve said it. I both love and hate Legos. Actually, despise might be a better choice of word.

When Connor was finally old enough to play with Legos, I was jumping for joy. I LOVED Legos as a kid and I knew he would be smitten the second he saw them – the colors, the shapes, the satisfactory click of the last piece of a large project snapping into place…the joys of growing up and having big-boy toys! (And my getting to share in the fun!)

I don’t remember exactly how I kept my one set of Legos as a girl, but in my head, they were organized and beautiful, and I could find any piece I needed quickly and easily. I personally didn’t own many Legos, but I had friends who were boys who had THOUSANDS of them, and holy cow was I jealous! Every Christmas, I dreamed of getting that amazing castle set with the little knights and horses…I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.


This isn’t exactly the castle set that was available when I was a kid, but how COOL is this thing?!?

When we bought Connor his first real Lego set – the look on his face as he opened it was priceless, and we had a blast helping him put it together. I was 38 and still LOVED Legos.

Then, reality set in. I was stepping on Legos in the middle of the night, finding them mixed in with the things in my desk, finding them on the bathroom sink, on the kitchen counter, in Connor’s backpack in his many efforts to smuggle them to school…the hate part of my relationship with Legos had officially begun.

It got worse when Kyle got mobile and I had to worry about him choking on the little buggers – they were everywhere, and I had to do a sweep of our entire first floor every morning and afternoon to make sure there weren’t any within easy reach.

It got a little easier when Connor finally understood that his Legos had to be kept somewhere high – where Kyle can’t reach. Then Kyle figured out how to build masterpiece ladders out of whatever WAS handy just to get at them, so it got worse again.

Then, Kyle finally learned to just spit them into your hand immediately after he’d put them in his mouth…a little better! Until Connor got a bazillion sets for Christmas AND his birthday. Back to worse. I bought 20 plastic storage bins at Dollar Tree – better again.

I seriously believed that I was back on my way to being able to just simply love Legos again.

Then, today happened.

I was starting to take care of some much-neglected course work on my laptop in our Den, and hubby was helping out by cleaning up the disaster area of toys our 2-year-old Kyle had made. All of the sudden, Kyle started to cry as if he was in agony, and neither of us could figure out why – we chalked it up to a reaction to something bad happening in the Thomas the Train movie that was on TV, and hubby stood rocking Kyle back and forth until he calmed down. Everything back to normal – we thought.

Hubby comes back into the room a few minutes later and points out that there were a couple of small smears of what looked like drool-thinned blood on his shoulder where Kyle had been resting his head. We talked about it for a second, and I remembered that Kyle had split his lip (for the millionth time) last night, and we thought he might have banged it or picked at it and was caught off guard by the renewed pain and that’s why he had been crying.

Oh, how wrong we were.

Nose-picker-by-Ilya-Andriyanov-istock-2011-300x200Kyle has reached that wonderful nose picking stage. It seems like every second, I’m telling him not to pick his nose, and pulling his finger out of there. About 10 minutes after the crying jag, Kyle was sitting on the floor in front of me and about to do a little nose mining. Then, he changed his mind, reached to the floor, picked something up, and brought it up to his nose. UP TO HIS NOSE.

I yelled “NO!” as loud as I could, scaring him and making him cry, but also making him drop what I thought was a stray pea on the floor.

NOPE. It was a Lego. One of those tiny, single-dot-on-the-top round ones. Oh crap.

I wondered if he had another one already in there because of the crying in small spots of blood we experienced earlier, so I grabbed Kyle and a flashlight and had hubby hold him while I pointed the light up his nose.

Sure enough – there was a Lego jammed up there. Fortunately for both Kyle and us, it was one of those tiny cone-shaped ones and came out very easily when we applied a little pressure to the side of his nasal passage. This is something we never went through with Connor when he was a toddler…for some reason, it never occurred to him that he could stick things up there, so this caught us by surprise.

I sat Connor down afterwards and had a serious talk with him about making sure his Legos stay in his room (we recently put a doorknob cover over his doorknob so he can open it, but Kyle can’t). I explained to him what had happened, and how a Lego stuck up Kyle’s nose again would most likely mean a trip to the hospital and possibly surgery (and what surgery was, sort of), and that we had gotten EXTREMELY lucky in being able to just push the Lego out of Kyle’s nose THIS time, but that most kids end up having to go to the hospital. I’m still going to make a sweep of the house multiple times a day, and I think it’s time Connor had a nice table in his room to build his Lego creations on.

Looks like I’m back to hating Legos until Kyle outgrows the eat/stuff-everything-you-find-in-an-orifice stage. I hope its soon because I really want to buy Connor that castle set.



P.S. – I came across this article and thought I’d share it so you don’t have to keep having a heart attack when you realize your child has stuck something up their nose. Yes, You Can Help Your Child Blow that Lego Out of His Nose

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