Puzzle is a weird word to type. It just doesn't look right even when it is. Anyhoodle, Indy is really, really, really, REALLY into puzzles lately. Like puzzle a day into them. He's had boxes of puzzles in his room for the longest time and showed absolutely no interest in them until a few months ago when he went puzzle mad. I'm not sure what started it, but one day he carted out a puzzle box and said he was going to put it together. He occasionally whined and asked for help, but for the most part put it together himself. After that first puzzle he went nuts. Has to do them all the time. Every day he carried a puzzle box out and announces that he's going to put it together. I usually help him (what else have I got to do, clean the house? Ha!) and often it becomes a race to see who can get the last piece in place. He's a cheater though and when we get down to the last few pieces usually grabs a handful of them and holds them so I can't put the last piece in. I have to admit it's fun, and really interesting to see how he does puzzles so differently from me. I'm a frame first kind of person, where he likes to do the inside first, and I think that's just madness. Who does the picture first? Interesting, like I said but I am getting tired of pictures of Spongebob, Scooby-Doo and Zach and Cody (today's puzzle) and those are the only puzzles that interest him. We were at the store yesterday and I showed him a puzzle of a pretty village, but no, he was not interested. Yay me.
While I know puzzles are actually very good for both mental skills and dexterity, I'm also afraid he may turn into one of those crazy puzzle people. You know the kind. The only art in their houses are glued together 5000 piece puzzles that they framed and can talk about the making of puzzles, puzzle conventions they've gone to and how they plan to one day make the world's most difficult puzzle for hours on end. Those people weird me out (I have known one or two in the past) and while I'll love him no matter what, I hope he doesn't become one.
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Monday, February 22, 2010
Puzzling
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If he does turn into a crazy puzzle person, at least you'll know what to get him for Christmas. :) I think he must be an old soul.
HAHA! My grandmother does puzzles ALL the time and she's become one of those people who glue them together.
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