Some things. . . .

. . . . are better off left alone.  Waffle Blocks being one of them.  I can't begin to tell you the countless hours Ben played with these things.  Every child during that time and after him has been smitten with "Waffle Block Fever" ~ cousins, nieces, nephews, grandies, friends of the kiddos.  And rightly so. The imaginations that have come to life with these things is worth their weight in gold.  Twenty-some odd years of imagination in my household alone.  Ahhh. . . . the planning, the building, the final product, the fun of starting over. . . . the memories.

Pay no mind to Gumby.  He's just here for support.

Tractors, barns, and animals, oh my!

So, left or right? 

Hmm. . . . lets see now.  How should this go?

Baby Girl has found a new pastime.

The road in the town goes 'round-n-'round. . .

The girls were occupied the whole time I scrubbed my ancient tub (can I say dynamite would make me happy?).  They are thinking of them as I "speak".  The question of the day is:  "Mom-mom, are you going to clean anymore today?"    By George, I think I've found a sitter!


You can't buy them any longer. As a matter of fact, I don't think they were on the market that long when they first came out. What a pity. I don't even think I've seen them at yard sales. My sister had/has pastel Waffle Blocks. Want them. I'm so very glad that I held on to Ben's. They will belong to his young-uns one day. And they will be smitten. And so it shall be that the "Waffle Block Fever" will continue.  And my heart will sing.