The Builder

I was haranguing the kids about organizing their room this morning.

There's a place for everything. Everything has its own place. I always go by that saying. This is one area where I'm at a total loss with the kids. Despite having Flylady as a guide, I chose the temporary easy way out and ditched the program. If only I had stuck to it. Well, we'll see.

With the pregnancy, I'm bound to be pressed to clean the house real good before I'm reduced to a retching, waddling preggo. So we should be cleaning out bit by bit insyaallah. The only time our bathroom harbored mold to the point where they turn from orange to black, was when I was pregnant with J. Obviously, no one took care of the bathroom. Usually, it wouldn't even get to the orange point. What with me laid out in bed snacking and trying to rid myself of the morning sickness(such a misnomer, who's the genius who thought of this anyway?), everything in the house fell apart. Who said there is ever a vacation for a mother? You take a vacation, the house falls apart, and when you come back, you have to pick up the fallen pieces. What a come back huh? And by the way, WHAT vacation? Dream on.

Well, there I was sitting on the floor while the kids roam about trying to sort out their stuff which I had threaten to throw away if not taken care of. Suddenly I saw this framework of what seemed to be a mini building, complete with a roof and pillars sitting on the shelf, at my eye level. Next to it was another structure. It looked like a windmill but the desgin was very unique.

I asked S, "Who made that?"

"H," she replied.

Oh, and H at the time was exercising his lung capacity in my room, since I told him to not let me hear his cries lest all our ear drums explode.

"Really? What did he make them with?" I asked again. it looked like he made them with plain paper, and there I was trying to figure out how in the world did he create those with paper??

"With the thing we got from Meijer yesterday," S said.

"Oh..." I said, and was taken back to an image of H holding on to whole bunch of twist ties at Meijer last night. I didn't even ask him what he was up to, but apparently, that boy had something on his mind when he grabbed a whole bunch from the store.

"Call him," I said to S.

Obviously he was done with his workout, and he came into the room with a fake sullen look.

"H, did you make these?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Do you like making stuff with legos or just anything?" I asked again.

"Anything," he replied.

I was really awed, well, still am. I guess we have a future architect, engineer in the house? Well, I won't tell him, yet. He can do that after he secures knowledge from Madinah University insyaallah. As Ummi said, "Selamat sepuluh keturunan." What a way to word that.

I had noticed his fascination with buildings I suppose. I will never forget the Twin Tower he built using corn cobs when we were in Malaysia in 2002. He was only two then. We obviously had corn and were sitting at the table, when suddenly, he picked up two corn cobs devoid of kernels, and stood them so that they were side by side, tapered end pointing up, and said, "Twin tower!"

It really looked like the Twin Towers, the dekerneled holes looking like windows.