so many things have changed. it’s been a while since I last let my dad to talk through this channel. I suppose it’s not easy though, finding the right time and a headspace to work after work and unwind the busy mind when there’s always a headline that does not always keep him entertained but definitely engaged, but let’s try once again rise above everything that slows us and simply move on.

there’s really no point of complaining. what’s the point of complainig? after all there’s little I can do to speed things up and force him somehow to keep up with the pace of me talking. in all fairness, I think I shouldn’t really be speeding things anymore since I’m a tumbling rollercoaster on a daily basis and I can’t really blame my parents that they can’t keep up with all the things I put in motion. quite the opposite, I think I should start pacing myself down, no matter how hungry I am to keep on bouncing and moving. I can sense it even more now, right in the middle of the summer holidays, when I’m spending more time than ever with my brother and – shall I say – my mother, that I am a bit of a menace. I never leave them alone. I’m always there. and I’m always needy. and I do talk a lot. more than you could possibly imagine, I do talk a lot. I overheard the other day when my parents were talking together that these days you could actually have a conversation with me. and that I grow so much ever since I get rid of my doddie. I guess they felt proud of me somehow.

I really don’t know where it comes from. the moment I wake up, I keep on singing. or humming wild melodies. as I’m going through various stages of what I like. I mean I think I finally gave up with the tractors, however the odd construction vehicles are still out there sometimes, but the scale of the models have dropped. luckily for my dad who must finally be happy that the size of all the toys in the living room has shrink so much that it can almost fit all the cupboards and drawers. I can’t help to notice however that some of my bigger sets must have dissapeared and I think I must ask him if they somehow didn’t share the same fate as my yellow crane… on which dad stood on one day… at least that’s what he’s been saying…

perhaps it’s the time of the year when I’m not really think much about the halloween, but I believe the pumpkins, the skeleton king, all the ghosts and creepy spiders are all just around the corner. unitl that happens I’m exploring some new terriories and I practice my skills in the construction of the Lego bricks. after all what can go wrong with that?

I think it’s been a couple of months now, ever since the beggining of the year, since my dad kept on working on these poxy dioramas of his. although he had made few of them before – in a relatively low scale and effort, easy to match the Hot Wheels models – this year started different as he learned how to use the bigger bases for the sets. guess he finally started to think outside the box. or so it seems. first he used the old table placemats and he alligned them together to build a little mound in the center of the piece. not sure where did he get the idea from, perhaps he watched the Close Encounters too many times when he was a kid, but he actually surprised me, when he then followed the edges of the placemats to cut the set into 4 separate pieces – and then he amazed me even more when he showed me how easily these pieces could either be used a separate diorama models or how easily these can be swapped around so I easily play on the coffee table or on the window ledge. he even placed some of the odd Lego bricks in it so I could easily place my little Star Wars figures at it – to create more scenarios and role play whenever I can.

I have to say I spent some good time watching my dad playing with the dioramas in the shed, but even more time while looking at him putting the Lego bricks together. even recenly my mam and my brother also joined the pack and it feels like we all, as a family, develop some serious geeky obsession related to Lego. and I can’t really leave myself too far out, can I?