Games
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Carrots, Pickles & Twinkies: aka “Our Weird Car Game Code”
It all started with a Twinkie. Not the actual sponge cake bar of creamy goodness, mind you, but the shriek of, “TWINKIEEE!!!” triumphantly exclaimed from my backseat. All it took was a single shout of “Twinkie” to put us on the cut-throat roller coaster of competition that is The Car Game. There were no reason for the shout. We were in the car, on the way to dropping #2 off at a friend’s house. # 5 and #6 had come along for the ride. My natural response was, “Where? What Twinkie??” To which #2 casually replied, “Over there. The yellow car; she found it.” Wait- whaat? And yes, my next…
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Bored Games
In an effort to curb dependence on electronics, I’ve been encouraging my kids to play more board games. We have many of the standard games: Candyland, Chutes & Ladders, Apples To Apples, etc. To be a good sport, I’ll play a game of, let’s say, Candyland. And while I genuinely love watching the enthusiasm on my little ones’ faces as we play, I feel less enthusiasm as the game goes on… and on… and on… … because in many of those games, there are many opportunities to get sent right back to start. And when you’re sent back to start, that means you’re starting from the beginning. As in, ALL…
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The Art of Wii-nning
During the school week, we try to limit the time that the kids are able to use electronics: iPods, computers, Game Boys, etc. In fact, we generally don’t permit them to use their electronic games during the week; I guess in order to torture ourselves with the battery of whining and complaints that ensue when said rule goes into effect. But weekends are another matter… like this one. They’re bored. I’m tired. They whined. I was desperate. The Wii closet was unlocked, remotes distributed, & the games began. Unlocked, you say? Yep. First of all, The Captain and I try to run a tight ship in terms of toy/game distribution.…
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Go Elf Yourself
Sorry for the lengthy delay in posting, folks! No, I haven’t gone into hiding. Though sometimes, I’d like to. From my endless daily list of chores & responsibilities, that is. I blame the germs. Since Thanksgiving, we’ve had a series of child illness- mainly in the form of a never-ending cold that swept through the younger set here. I’m talking endless- several trips to the pediatrician, too many boxes of Kleenex to count, oodles of nebulizer breathing treatments, saline drops, nose-boogie-sucking devices, etc. etc, So the few minutes of quote “mommy downtime” that would normally be devoted to posting dissolved like the fine mist of a… nebulizer treatment. Anyhoo… My…
