My kids are all about Legos these days. They, and especially Jack, carry little structures around the house and are always creating spaceships and cars and houses. I, on the other hand, am constantly vacuuming up little pieces of said structures.
Whenever he is near a Lego-type table, Jack wants to build and build and build for as long as I will let him. So I decided to get him a Lego table for Christmas. I figured this might also cut down on the Legos that are currently evenly distributed around the house by giving them a home base.
The only problem with this plan is that most of the Lego tables I have found cost about $100. Which seems like a lot for a table. So I decided to make one myself. My raw materials:
2. Four 10″x10″ Lego base plates purchased from Toys R Us for $6.99 each.
3. A tube of Liquid Nails. I didn’t buy this—I sent Alex to the store for it—so I don’t know how much it cost. And since I don’t know, let’s call it free. What? It’s not like we won’t use the tube for other projects too.
I had some time midday today so I decided to put the table together. It didn’t seem so hard. It was just a tabletop, four legs, four screws, and this sticker on the bottom of the tabletop:
If you’ve ever assembled anything from IKEA, you know it’s not quite so easy as it looks.
After figuring out that the sketch of a hand turning the screw really means, “Go find some pliers and painstakingly strip the screws as you wrench them into their too-small holes,” I was on my way.
After my success with putting the table together, my talkative
chocolate milk with Miralax mixed in. Yum!
On to the Liquid Nails and the toxification of my
I asked Quinn what he thought about it and he said, and I quote: “No good.” Then he said, “I’m going to tell Jack about it.”
Quinn and I had a little conversation about secrets and I pointed at some shiny things to try to distract him and make him forget that the table existed when it occurred to me that I should put something on the plates to weigh them down while the glue dried. I grabbed the four closest items I could find and took a photo of them “weighing” the table down before I realized that I am the dumbest person on the planet.
Discuss amongst yourselves while I get some honest to God heavy things.
Do you notice that the Oxford English Dictionary is all dusty and unused looking as if I’ve never had to look up the definition for the word “pusillanimous“, while the collection of short stories about zombies looks as if it’s been opened frequently and recently?
Yeah, that’s the kind of house I live in.
After I let it sit for a while, but before Jack came home, I took the books off and started to take the table up to my secret closet. Then I realized that I needed to try it out.
I’m not sure what I was expecting.
And a head.
Nonetheless, I’m pretty excited for Christmas!! I think Jack is going to looooooove this! And if he hates it, he’s disowned.