For my dad's birthday, my mom got him a Wii. My sister has one and we spent much of Christmas break developing tennis elbow and bowling wrist. Jack was no exception.
With Husband in Houston, the boys and I headed down to the D to hang out with the 'rents. Jack spent Sunday punching the lights out of everyone on Wii Boxing. He kicked butt. And his footwork was unmatched. The little kid was so busy all weekend, this morning when he woke up he told me, "My legs and buns hurt. Too much boxing, Mama."
I can't believe we didn't record his play. It's unmatched. He finally go Ga to partake and I think he was surprised to see how hard it is to knock out the opponent. Jack knocked out everyone he played. The final straw was when he went into 3 rounds. He screamed in frustration, "I hate 3 rounds!"
Next was golf. Let's remember he's only 3 and thought it was fun to hit the ball into the water. But when buckled down, he nailed it. He bogeyed several times and even realized the difference between tapping it in for a putt and the long shots. I do think he may be retired from Wii for a while. He was even a little stiff when he walked around.
The power of the Clause.
Last week, Jack was procrastinating going to bed. I couldn't get him to brush his teeth or settle down. I happened to notice about 6 doe outside on our lawn and quickly pointed them out to Jack.
"Oh no! Santa has sent his deers to check on me! I better brush my teeth."
The Santa link hadn't even crossed my mind. It was perfect. I have used it several times since. Thanks, Santa!
Happy Birthday Freds.
Sunday was Baby Freddie's birthday. The big 1. I wish I thought to take a camera so I could get pictures of him with my boys. I am terrible about that... it was also Uncle Fred's 35 birthday. Wow. That's kind of old.
