We play games. Lots and lots of games. All the time.
One morning Danny forced me to play games with him for an hour and a half. An hour and a half straight! That's a lot of game playing. (You know what I mean by forced right? He asks nicely and he's so stinkin' cute and I don't want to wash the dishes anyway so we play games.)
I'd like to ask is this normal? are all you other moms of little kids forced to play games every morning before school? how do you get anything else done? do you just tell them no? am i the only one? but who am I kidding? I'm pretty sure there's only about 3 of you left reading this blog anymore.
It's fine. Hopefully they're learning something from all this game playing. Neither one of them has learned how to be a good sport yet so I guess we've still got work to do.
Cate and I played Candy Land this morning. That's her game of choice almost every time. She likes to get it all set up so that she can stack the deck. She puts the cinnamon roll on top. (If you know Candy Land then you know that's the bonus card that's closest to the finish line.) Then she puts the deck down carefully, tells me to not shuffle them and sweetly smiles and says, "Youngest first, right, Mom?" And then the game is over in about three turns since she's practically at the finish line before I can even get started.
This morning she switched things up a bit. I keep telling her to not cheat and put the cinnamon roll on top. Well, she put the popsicle on top of the deck instead. That's the bonus spot before the cinnamon roll. Sneaky girl. I had to laugh though.
If I'm going to be forced to play games with my kids every morning (and afternoon and night some days) then I'm just hoping Santa puts a few new ones under the tree.
Candy Land is killing me. Slowly but surely.
Chutes and Ladders isn't doing much to prolong my life either.
p.s. I love my children dearly and I'm glad that they want to spend so much time doing fun stuff with me. The dirty dishes can wait. So can the laundry and the vacuuming and the cruddy toilets. Just wait until they grow up and don't want to have anything to do with you. Enjoy it! They're only young once. Someday they'll want to play Monopoly and you'll be begging them to play Candy Land instead! I get it.
p.p.s. Danny loves to play Sorry. He pronounces it "soary", just like his good ol' Canadian Grama Bama. Maybe it's his tribute to her. I don't know but it's cute when he does it.