What Are We Going to Do?

Liam's standard question, when I'm picking him up from preschool is "What are we going to do when we get home?"  It seems like I hear some variation of this question at least half a dozen times a day.  I try to convince him that I can't predict the future, and I'm not his personal activity coordinator, but since I do control so much of where he goes and what he does I guess it's kind of a hard sell.

It's amazing, too, when I don't have something lined up for him to do, and don't give in and let him play computer games or watch a video, or we don't go outside or to the library or read a book or play a game how often he can actually come up with something fun and creative to do on his own.  Although he pretty much never stops angling to find a way to get me involved I think that he enjoys playing on his own more than he would like to admit.

Which is good, because lately I haven't had much energy for joining in his play.  Today has been one of those days when I wake up feeling groggy and exhausted and progress to exhausted and foggy.  Being six months pregnant has something to do with it, but I really almost never have as much energy as I'd like to have.

So what does Liam do when he's forced to actually play with his toys?  Today one of his projects was to bury me in blocks.  Then he documented it.  From several different angles, most of which are actually a little confusing.  Here are a few shots.

And one of the part of me that wasn't, at that point, covered with blocks.  By the way, how did we get back to jeans and a chunky sweater weather?  The wind was actually audibly howling around the house most of last night and today and we actually had something somewhere between snow and freezing rain falling this evening.  I hope it improves by tomorrow because the much discussed birthday party is supposed to be held at the park!