The fact that we have a Lego room is a lucky and enviable thing. Some people have TV rooms, game rooms, work out rooms, crafting rooms, dining rooms and guest rooms. We have a library with a wall full of books and we have an empty bedroom full of bricks. Here's how the Lego room came about:
Our house plan called for 4 bedrooms, 3 up and 1 on the main floor. Upstairs we decided to make the middle bedroom more open so it could be flex space in case we didn't require it by installing French doors and skipping the closet. Down the hall is a ginormous room, over the size of the master and mistress bedroom on the main floor. On the other side of the hall is a small yet serviceable bathroom and a small-ish bedroom. Initially that small bedroom was the nursery. Mr. B was installed there upon his arrival 3 months after we moved into this house. When Mr. G came along, Mr. B moved down the hall into the ginormous room with Mr. T and Mr. G took over the nursery. Then one day Mr. G moved down the hall into the ginormous room, we relieved the tiny bedroom of its crib and changing table, and all three bachelors shared a bedroom without much fuss or disagreement.
A little over two years ago, Mr. T moved into the center room. We bought a clothes rack for him and papered the French doors with old maps to provide him a bit more privacy. Still, except for a brief stint when Mr. B took it over, no one ever sleeps in the smallest bedroom except overnight guests like grandma. (I knew he wasn't serious about moving in when he insisted on leaving all his clothes behind in the ginormous bedroom. Sure enough, he lasted about a month.)
The ginormous bedroom is perfect for sprawling activities like grappling, Nerf wars and setting up farms and battle castles and army men. That quiet room down the hall? Ideal for Legos because nothing else is in there and the space is never disturbed. Lego kits get built without danger of getting crunched or demolished. To that end, we outfitted it with bins and drawers, large flat surfaces and shelves to accommodate what is no doubt Team Testosterone's most expensive habit to date. Squashed along the edge of the room is a bed, a very old and comfortable armchair and some empty hangers in the closet. Happily, when we do have guests, they're kind enough to leave the Legos alone so the boys don't mind sharing the turf.
And that, friends, is how we ended up with a designated Lego room.
Yesterday while doing their homework, Mr. G asked if we were Jewish. Such an odd thing to wonder and he never really explained the source of his question. Still, it opened up a good conversation about Old Testament, New Testament, culture, religion and identity.
We also discussed why a turtle might be an ideal second pet, why it's not nice to push your brother when he's peeing (because it creates more laundry for Mom duh!), and North Korea (I put their saber rattling in perspective). Such curious and interesting kids living here.
In other news, it's the middle of April and it looks like the first softball game for Mr. T's team is ON. Ditto for Mr D's baseball game (only their second of the season after 3 weeks of weather delays). Fingers crossed that the weather holds--47 degrees and windy, but sunny and dry. You know how we have El Nino and La Nina controlling the weather systems some years? I'm blaming this year on El Diablo.
Spill it, reader. What would be the ideal designated room in your Barbie Dream House?
|Golly, how I longed for one of these as a little girl. I coveted it just as much as I did those ruffled canopy beds in the JC Penny Christmas catalog. Never got either one as it happens...|