So proud of my boy

This weekend was all about the boy. It was about us as well, but really the boy was the main focus.

Friday night we watched Speed Racer. We saw this in the theater when it came out, and the boy mentioned wanting to see it a few hundred times. Astonishingly enough, Wendall and I both agreed that we would like to see it again and again and again as well. The story and writing are not-so-good, but the visual aspects of this movie are truly amazing. It is animation brought to life in the most wonderful way, and I am thinking seriously about owning this in Blu-ray.


On Saturday we went ice skating and then watched Igor. OK, the boy watched the movie and we took a nap. This is not a movie that anyone needs to see in a theater. It was a good reminder to us that movies are expensive, and we need to be more selective. Three years of no choice but cheap prices has us programmed to run to the theater without thinking. We will get better, but it is taking a while (and a bunch of really bad movies).

After the movie we went shopping, and the boy picked out his latest LEGO set. We told him that he would have to build it all on his own, as Wendall had to study and LEGOs make me scream. I promised that I would stay in the room with him and I would help when I could, but we both know that I am restricted to a three minute window when it comes to LEGO, so he was really on his own.

He picked this set which has 333 pieces. And he put every piece together on his own. I was called in to help tighten things and to realign a few sections, but he did the rest of it. Three hours of steady concentration, no tantrums, and a perfect finished product. I'm super duper impressed by my boy.