I love listening to the wireless. During the early days as a contestant in Extreme Breastfeeding, Radio National was my only window into the world outside. For me, the claustrophobic atmosphere that surrounds a newborn's first few months was lessened by the radio waves. 

I still listen when possible which is typically on the school run. The other day one of my favourite programs 'By Design' with Alan Saunders involved a discussion with some of the world's leading architects. I can't really remember what the discussion was about but there was a general agreement that one of the best stepping stones in developing a sound design aesthetic was playing with lego as a child. I didn't know whether to be pleased or disheartened by these words. Lego is my worst nightmare, I would like a dollar for each time I have stepped on a brick or three in a darkened bedroom. I have nightmares in which I am in Emergency with a piece of lego impaled somewhere on my person, (I'm not even going to consider the Freudian implications of that one).

You can understand the quandry I was in. I could donate our teetering, volcanic mound of lego to St Vincent de Paul thus assuaging in part my guilt at stealing from my offspring but jeopardising their futures as designer/architect/all-round smarty-pants or I could continue to run the gauntlet of lego bricks at 3am.

I'd love to tell you that good sense won out but it didn't.

We kept the lego.

PS Also got in a wee bit of crafting. This is going to be a quilt for one of the small people.

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Comments

[erin]

we don't have any legos....does that make you feel better? my poor children!
love the colors in your fabrics - so cheery!

[jodie]

oh we still have lego and the youngest is 13. He still loves it - I wonder how many kilos of it I have sucked up the vacuum cleaner over the years?