I may have mentioned that the only thing Olivia got for Christmas from her parents was blocks. And I'm serious.
All the other presents under the tree were things she already had that I wrapped up for show. They are all the clothes that I couldn't resist at Baby Gap in sizes too large for her
malnourished tiny body.
Technically, we bought her a ton of "Christmas" presents the few months leading up to the holiday. And we gave them to her, because SQUEE SHE WILL LOVE IT SQUEE!
And by we, I mean me.
But anyway. For Christmas Proper, we got her Peekablocks and Mega Bloks. She likes them both about as much as a 10 month old actually likes anything - in 10 second intervals. Unless we're talking about the dog bowl, the dog's balls, or the garbage can - then she is unable to keep her hands away and will scream like you ripped the head off her doll and peed into its stuffing when you try to redirect.
Mark and I? Have found true love. NOT with eachother, but how nice would that be? No...we are totally hot for these Mega Bloks.
I started playing with these blocks with Olivia because I am a stellar parent who is always teaching through play and you can never start too young even at 10 months I mean it's only 17 short years before we start filling out college applications.
HA! I KID!
I started playing with these blocks to distract Olivia from the dog bowl, the dog's balls, and the garbage can. And then? OMG and then? I became unstoppable. I started creating the most impressively elaborate yet structurally sound buildings ever created by anyone with Mega Bloks, ever.
Well, sort of. Until Godzeela Baybee.
RAWR! AM Gozeela Baybee! Will paralyze you with Mah Cute and then destroy your structure! With my frying pan, or with my fists, whatever I want to do! RAWR!
Godzeela Baybee started to walk this weekend. A little. Like, 3 or 4 steps before she falls on her teeny tiny Pampers-padded ass. But just enough to come and cause death and destruction in my elaborate yet structurally sound(ish) Mega Blok galaxy.
I wish I could just get a video of this, but I simply cannot. Her desire to eat our camera dramatically outweighs my ability to keep her from eating our camera.
She starts across the room. Looks at my elaborate yet structurally sound creation. SMILES. SQUEALS. And hauls ass across the room to bust shit up. She even giggles while she does it. She rips the buildings apart and throws the pieces. I'm not even kidding. To add to her Godzeela-like behavior, she spent the entire weekend saying done.
DUN! DUN! DADADADADADADUN! No, seriously your structure is full of the DUN!
And Mark, sitting on the couch watching
Sports Center documentaries, is all: Give it a rest with the blocks, wife! Plus, your building doesn't even have a door OMG but whatever because I am so above blocks! Ur so lame, want divorce, kthxbai.
(And I was all, whatever, I get the baybee and the bloks so ha and in your face and Maturity, infinity no reversies.)
Last night, I came downstairs after putting Olivia to bed, and found this Amazing Structure proudly displayed on the toybox/ottoman in the livingroom: