Wii-lational problems

As I mentioned last week, a Wii came to live at our house this Christmas. And, it is pretty much the most fun thing ever, despite the fact that my 5-year-old can kick my butt in bowling (because I have run-ruled him at baseball twice. So THERE!)

But. When it comes to my three-year-old, my little Sophie, we are having some Wii-lational difficulties. Sophie isn’t quite at the stage where she can play the games, but she is at the stage where she loves watching them. And by “loves”, I mean she is utterly obsessed. Yesterday she spent a good part of the day trying to convince me to play, since her brother had gone back to school and wasn’t there to entertain her with Mario Kart, or her favorite, Super Mario Bros. She throws huge, heartbroken crying fits when we turn it off, or if we tell her it’s not time to play.

Instead of playing with all of her fabulous toys on her fabulous new shelf, she goes over to said shelf and stares longingly at the top level where we keep the Wii stuff, out of her reach.

It’s very fun to listen to her cute commentary on all the games (“Nice spare, mama!” on bowling, or more often, “Whoops. Try again!” and “Be careful Joshua!” on MarioKart), but I can’t sit around playing Wii all day, as much as I’d like to, and she shouldn’t be staring at Wii all day instead of playing.

The last couple of days my little stubborn miss has let me know just how displeased she is with the decreasing volume of Wii-watching in her life. So, the battle is on! And it’s much less fun than a Wii tennis match!

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It’s Like the Xanax of Cupcakes

This weekend the kids and Bobby and I (along with Emily & her kids and lots of other cool bloggy peeps) had the privilege of attending a birthday party for Amy’s daughter, P. The party was held at Pump It Up, one of those “bouncy places” as Joshua calls them, and let me just say a GREAT time was had by all! After an hour or so of bouncing, we went into a room where the (very awesome) Pump It Up staff served the children chips, juice boxes, and cupcakes. Glorious, glorious cupcakes. Cupcakes that not only looked and tasted delicious, but also seemed to have a mysterious tranquilizing quality. After just one bite, all the crazy kiddos seemed to instantly calm down. Witness:

Shannan’s three-year-old, Brady:

Bradybits lookin' cute!

Erin’s
little guy:

And finally, my little Sophie, who was completely transformed into a Zen-like state:

someone drugged the cupcakes

Maybe it was the hour of furiously bouncing, climbing, and sliding that that made the kids so docile, but after a taste of that icing, I’m thinking someone slipped a little somethin’-somethin’ into the cupcakes.

And yo, I could really use that recipe!

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Sitting with Sophie

wistfully Sophie

Sophie sits on my lap watching her favorite show, Word World, and I bury my face in her soft, sweet-smelling hair. She absentmindedly reaches back and grabs a thick lock of my hair and grips it tightly. She doesn’t let go.

I drag my fingertips lightly across her little baby belly, back and forth, back and forth. She doesn’t respond, just grips my hair and chants along with the characters on Word World. But when I stop tickling her tummy, she lets go of my hair to grab my hand and puts it back on her belly – still not taking her eyes off the TV.

I giggle and kiss her soft cheek as I tickle her again. She smooshes her face closer to mine, I breathe in that sweet clean-smell hair again, give her butterfly kisses on those angelic cheeks, and think to myself, “It doesn’t get any better than this.”

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