Since I have all girls, Legos haven't been a real big part of our family. Unlike families that have boys, that word has never appeared on any Christmas list my girls have written.
Barbies: Check
Baby Dolls: Check
Kitchen: Check
American Girl Doll: Check
Legos: Ummm.....No
However, my youngest daughter has now taken a liking to them. Living in a small town, we don't have a Lego store. Sure, you can buy them at Wally World, but it isn't quite as fun.
So, while we were in Chicago, we decided to visit a real Lego store.
Let me tell you, it did not disappoint! THIS is what greeted us at the entrance of the store.
Impressive, eh? This is made entirely out of.....you guessed it....Legos! I can't even imagine how many hours it took them to put this together.
The Chicago skyline was in one window, and this Lego man was in the other. To be honest, this one rather surprised me. I was kind of shocked that in this day and age, they would actually make a Lego man smoking a pipe. They are not allowed to post cigarette ads on billboards anymore, or have commercials on television, or even advertise for them in a magazine. So, isn't it rather odd that a store that sells toys for children, would in a round about way, be advertising smoking? What do you think?
This gigantic dragon could be seen throughout the store. His head was at the back of the store, but his body appeared to be "coming through" the ceiling every so often all around the store. Here is a close up of his mouth
This black cat with a white patch resembles my mother-in-law's cat, Cozy.
My oldest daughter said this reminded her of Hubs and I. Awww ♥
The best part of being at the Lego store? Playing with the all the Legos! Here is our favorite cowboy, Woody, from Toy Story. I think they should have put Jessie next to him. That would have been cute!
This is Hubs, my oldest daughter, and my brother-in-law standing next to him. He was very tall! Being at the Lego store made me remember just how much fun Legos can be. Hmmm....maybe I will put them on my Christmas list this year.
You never know, Santa just may decide to put some in my stocking.







