the three bees

Some of you asked what I purchased at the little destination shop on our mini road trip.

Eight old blocks. I've been looking for some (wishing I'd never gotten rid of our boys' )

and here they were, albeit a bit pricey.

It was kinda fun to search through the pail for the letters we wanted. 

You see above I had to fill one in with marker.

The price was ridiculous, but I almost felt it was courtesy to buy something since

we were the only ones in the shop and had a conversation with the owner who

knows a friend of mine. You now how that is.

Well then the very next day I hopped off to an amazing shop nearby in a house,

only open once a month or so. It was full to the brim of things I love. 

I was met at the door by the proprietor, offered pumpkin muffins 

and coffee, and invited to even shop in the closets.

In the back room of the house I found this:

The whole bucket  not a whole lot more than what I spent on the eight blocks.

It was an "I could kick myself"moment.

But seeing the excitement Little Bro had when he saw them, and how intently 

he played with them, made it all worth it. 

 And, I have a new story to tell.

But it does remind me of some wise words a "saged" couple told us when 

we were new parents. Maybe we were approaching Christmas, I don't 

remember the setting but I have never forgotten what they said.

"Kids need only three things to grow and develop. And they all start with 'B'."

"Blocks, Balls and Books."

The same day as the block play, Little Bro and I spent at least a half hour

with a little bouncy ball, dangerously seeing where it would bounce to

in the kitchen (thankfully it never went in the soup). 

But oh how we laughed.

Uproariously.

My thanks to Vee who encouraged me to post these thoughts.