The Wii may be your solution. We have not had a single minute of Cartoon Network or the Disney Channel since we got the Wii up and running on Sunday. Not one minute. No Hanna Montana, no Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. We had to negotiate for Monday Night Football.
The Wii is a guarantee that couch potatoes never take root in your living room!
My youngest son is 7 is very excited about getting one for Christmas. He can’t wait:
He offers the following review
“The feature gross out ones can take out their brains, can make bats fly out of its head.Â You can pull out its heart (that’s cracked!) and it peal off its hand so you can see its bones. You can draw on it with three different colors so you can creep out your mom.”
They have them at Amazon – just click on his guts in the image below:
It’s a red letter day. One of those days that a mother would normally put into a scrapbook, like the first haircut, a baby’s first steps, or the graduation from kindergarten.
Over dinner, we were discussing a Half Life 2 Deathmatch – parents against kids (my son and his friend, both going into 7th grade.) My son gazes across the table and looks at me flatly. “Bring it on, Mom.”
‘Nuff said. It’s on, kid!
Super Bowl Sunday is one of those family days that is very nearly a holiday in our house.Â The week has been full of speculation about the game, sadness that the season is over, and softball and t-ball tryouts.Â First signs of spring in our house.
My youngest just told me that he only watches football games where Texas is playing because the only players he likes play for UT, the Dallas Cowboys or the Houston Texans.Â He’s clearly not been bit by the fantasy football bug, which would disperse his player fan base across the NFL.
He associates playing football with great strength, and is rather impressed with folks that play multiple sports. Â He offered words of wisdom for the men that take the field today:
- watch out for rocks that might be on the field.Â They would really hurt when you get tackled and are in that dogpile.
- don’t wear your glasses, but put in your circle things [contacts] so you can see.
- don’t wear puffy hair
Now, I showed him a picture of Troy Polamalu, who’s hair is reknown and inspires fan-wigs.Â His advice for Troy?Â “He may not actually need a helmet – his hair is SO PUFFY that the men will bounce right off.”Â Â We’ll have to see how that tactic influences the Seahawks offense this evening.
GameFam: Just Say No…To Bad Parenting
Dan Matkowsky quotes an article that makes me wonder if this woman is of the same species:
In the article, Roxanne Richardson, soon-to-be mother of two, contends, “I’d rather my son take a more proactive, less habitual drug like cocaine, than lock himself away and play video games. It’s so lazy. At least with pills and coke you’re out and about doing something.”
Wow…let’s talk about lazy for a second.
It’s Friday – my husband and I spent the week working, fighting off the flu, and doing all the chores that a family of 5 treats as everyday life (laundry, dishes, dinner, repeat).
What are we doing right now, having finished all that? We’re gaming with our kids.
Dad and the boys are playing Warcraft. Actively teaching our youngest, who is 6, the strategy necessary to keep up his production of units to help out the team.
Mom and daughter are exploring Electroplankton, using a keyboard to tune our voices and discovering how the plankton react to our directives. Huge music lesson here in how the scale works, etc.
Now, I’m sorry, but are my kids engaging in a lazy habitual activity? Exactly who is the lazy parent here?
Any parent who advocates cocaine, even in jest, is simply competing for a Darwin Award.