"I making a..."

This is how Spencer starts. "I making a..." What follows could be a fire engine, "dump trutt", house, police car, or (today's installment) a rocket ship. Yesterday, with a little map education from Auntie Celeste, Spencer decided he was going to "Americas." On his trip, he brought sandwiches with cheese (his shoes), some soda (balls), and all other survival items one might imagine. It all started quite simply...



I thought it was really cute, so I took a picture of this first fire engine. Here's an interim picture from a later creation.



You see, they just get bigger. Spence has taken to relocating any and all items not nailed down or too heavy for his 34 pound frame to lift, and all of said items become a part of his ____ (you fill in the blank). There are some key elements: pooh bear, lots of blankets and pillows, all the puzzles in the toy closet, the roller coaster of beads, a Discovery toy ball carnival, the dump truck, and all the balls that are customarily neatly stacked in the bed of that same dump truck. I go back and forth from being a bit frustrated at the amount of clean-up required after each adventure to amazed at his ingenuity and desire to create. This little man will never be bored, I believe.

"I'm just making a bit rocket ship," Spencer has announced. "Come help me, Mommy. Help me make a big rocket ship." And he just took my cell phone, which I'd like to see again, so off I go to play with my cute, creative, sometimes rascally little boy. And so it goes...