Remember how I told you guys I got some tickets from ScoreBig.com? They were tickets to the LEGOLAND Discovery Center. Since we're only a couple of hours' drive from Chicago, we decided to take the kids and make an overnight vacation of it.
Pardon me, but there's a huge giraffe in the way of my photo.
This was seriously the best shot I managed to get of the boys and my mom. Typical.
The baby was trying to steal the LEGO guy's sandwich. What can I say? He's just like his mama.
The boys adored that place - and, okay, the grownups actually had a good time too. It's pretty fun there to begin with (they have rides! And a 4D theater!), but you know that feeling you get when you see your kids having a blast? Yeah. That kind of adds to the experience.
It also causes a kind of temporary insanity to overtake your common sense (like the time I bought all those fake bugs). Your heart gets all happy when your kids are happy and you're all, "Ohhh! Let's keep up the happiness!" and so you spend $90 in the gift shop on LEGO sets so they can bring the happiness home.
And then you actually get it home and you're like, "Oh. ... Crap."*
*(Or if you're my toddler, you might say "shit.")
Because number one, you realize that like eeeeeverything you bought contains a million little "specialty parts" - without which the original set can never be rebuilt. And you get the sinking feeling that those specialty parts aren't going to stick around for long, because your kids can't even find their shoes in the morning. And lost parts will inevitably lead to much whining. (And then, much wine.)
See all the weird non-standard LEGO parts? The flames ... the eyeballs ... the teeth ... the jointed pieces ... ay yay yay.
And number two? LEGO PIECES. EVERYWHERE.
I don't know why this picture of my coffee pot is sideways. Just tilt your head, okay?
Madness, I tell you.
The good thing about all this, though, is that ... you know ...
... Well, the good thing is ...
Nope. I can't even wrap this post up with a positive.
There are LEGOs all over my floor. No matter how many times they are picked up. Next time, I'm coming at them with the vacuum.