I give it five minutes

(I preface this blog post by saying that Glenn asked me to go easy on him. I'll try to, I really will.) Glenn spent a good portion of this three-day weekend sorting Will's legos. Tired of finding pieces in every container in Will's room, Glenn bought three fishing tackle boxes and TACKLED the Lego situation. He painstakingly sorted through thousands of little plastic pieces of Lego and came up with an ambitious system. This box, for example, contains car parts, windows, pieces with 2 lego connector things, tools, pieces with 1 lego connector things, hinge-y parts, something else that I don't know what to call it and flat pieces that serve no real purpose. The other two boxes contain an assortment of body parts, pieces with 3 lego connector thingies, slanted pieces, Star Wars paraphernalia, animals, furniture, clothing (yes, we have Lego clothing pieces) and much, much more. This project took quite a while. Yesterday afternoon, Glenn was finally ready to unveil his organized masterpiece to Will. You know Will, the one who actually plays with the Lego's? I could hear Glenn's presentation from my spot in the kitchen so I raced upstairs to capture the moment.

"Okay Will. This is where the heads without a body go. Here's where you put the pieces that look like police car lights. This space is for connectors. Did you get that?" "And here we have the obtuse angles fit in with the trapezoidal connector pieces, not to be confused with the bottom half of those little mermaid legos."

Yeah. I gave it five minutes. Surprisingly the Super Detailed Organization System is still in place today but that's mainly because Will found other stuff to keep him entertained.

In other news, Reina wore her church dress all day on Sunday. Good thing it's machine washable. Doesn't she look like a little Degas ballerina? Wilder hair of course and a less docile expression. And the Degas wasn't holding a pear.

Finally, Glenn and Uncle Matt took Trigger bird hunting this person. The good news is that he retrieved some of the birds. The better news is that he's been very, VERY tired the rest of the day. Too tired to chew on stuff he's not supposed to and tear around the house like the Tasmanian devil. I wish he could bird hunt everyday.