Lots of Blocks

Whenever Kendall comes home, she makes a beeline for her toys, and immediately pulls out her blocks. We have 2 big backs of blocks - locked up tight with zippered tops. She will pick up the bag of blocks and lug it over to us, grunting the whole way, and then asks us PLEASE (both signing and saying "please"). How can you resist that? We unzip the blocks and hand them back to her, then she promptly turns the bag over, dumping the blocks on the floor, then wades through them, kicking them all over. Repeat with second bag. 

After this ritual, Kendall gets down to business building her towers of blocks. For a kid who used to be dead set against block organization, she is sure focused on building these days.

Blocks seem to be an ever present part of our living room decor these days. Nate and I just walk around them, and occasionally on them. When Nate comes home from work, the blocks start a new. Daddy is Kendall's favorite construction partner (although Grandma has been seen getting in on construction during the day lately).

As soon as Daddy gets home, the ritual starts again. Or, if the blocks are already out, whatever toy Kendall was playing with is forgotten, and the blocks return to focus. She continues with the blocks until dinner, and then returns to them after until bedtime. When bedtime comes, Kendall reluctantly helps pick up her blocks, placing them back into the bags, waiting for them to be zipped back up, and then placing them back onto the bookshelf. Until tomorrow when we do it all over again.