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Day 3: Dominic

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Dominic built a "giant crane arm" with his Legos
Last night, while I was bustling around doing laundry and tidying up the kitchen after making dinner, Dominic got suspiciously quiet in the living room. I took a silent peek out of the kitchen to see if he was in sight - lo and behold, he had found his bag of Legos and was diligently working to make something.

I am realizing that if I give Dominic space to be creative, the results are cheerful and fun. He made this fantastic "giant crane arm!" and was so proud to show me how it could also be a giant green "tooth brush!"

It was within this same hour that I heard him talking and peeked down the stairs to see him playing with his Lego Duplo excavator. He had planted a Lego worker in the middle of the living room floor and was driving the excavator over toward him while saying, "hey, do you need a lift?" He stopped the excavator, lowered the arm and bucket, then made the Lego worker climb into the bucket before lifting it back up and driving back to the area he was playing in. It was a very creative and fun moment for me to witness.

You know, part of me wants to take credit for his creative mind - I was this same way as a child. My mom tells a story about how her friend was watching me while she was at an appointment with my sister. I was playing with my Barbie dolls and, after the fact, her friend asked her if I ever watched soap operas because the Barbies were so dramatic. HAH!

But then there's the whole school aspect that I need to factor in. Dominic has been attending a phenomenal school for about six months. I'd be selling the school short if I didn't give them some kind of credit for his expansion into creative activities.

Anyway, happy day! Happy kid! Happy Mom!
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