I like architecture

I want to live in the houses that my son builds. He's really into blocks lately. Which I love. Building with blocks was one of my favourite childhood games. And I still really like it. And the Little Dude is in this stage lately where he really wants someone to play with him. He used to be such a good solo player, but lately he really, really wants someone else along for the ride.
And I have to admit, I have a hard time getting excited about playing 'tractor dealership' or 'Thomas and the Troublesome Trucks' for the umpteenth time. But I can almost always muster up enthusiasm for building with block. Lots of possibilities, and lots of challenges.  See, there I am, 1977, and almost the same age as the Little Dude is now, proudly posing behind one of what my mom calls my "famous castles". What's funny is that currently, sitting in my living room is the exact same Fisher Price Little People Village in the background. A little worse for wear, but still getting played with regularly. (ps: Mom, we're my bangs intentionally slightly asymetrical? Or did you just let the babysitter cut them that time? Either way, is it odd that I kind of want to go get my hair cut like this again? I think I look like a very chic three-year-old, with my sun bleached blond hair, and the dark roots, and the lopsided fringe. I might just take this photo to the hairdresser next time I go) 
And for all that it is getting harder and harder to find time in our busy days to just sit and play, I need to remember how important it is to say "screw the laundry, who cares about the grotty bathroom and the lack of homebaked goods, lets just sit here and play!" Because before long, this lovely time will have passed, and I will be invited into his world less and less. And the look of concentration on his face as he balances a piece just so, and the demeanor of quiet pleasure that he exudes when it turns out just the way he wanted it to, and even the way that he clenches his little fists and growls "I feel a little bit frustrated!" when it all comes falling down are moments that I won't have forever. I've got to remember that nothing, not even the Christmas baking is as important as that.  Yeah, I really want to live in this kid's world. Even if the houses seem a little better suited to warmer climates. I could live with the stove on a second floor balcony. Wouldn't that make baking an adventure?