My son has officially been possessed by the video game bug. He and his father spent every spare moment this weekend playing Indiana Jones Wii. At first I embraced it-- good for problem solving and hand/eye coordination, as well as bonding time between father and son. By Sunday night, though, I thought if I heard that Indiana Jones theme song one more time (the one I thought was so fun and clever before), I would whip that game right back to the ark itself.
He was also quite the social butterfly this weekend, attending not one, but three birthday parties (counting Grandma's). I'm becoming quite the expert on gifting to 5-6-and 7-year-olds, but some of those girl things still elude me. I mean, what is the Littlest Pet Shop, and how old is old enough for Hannah Montana? And if someone forbids Barbie purchases, does that include the High School Musical barbies, or not?
On a Kate note, she's becoming so big that I hardly recognized her in the pictorial directory pictures we took Friday. One thing that she does that I think is particularly cute right now is if a friend falls down, or me, or Sam, she says, "O-tay, Sam?" "O-tay, Mommy?" See, she has a sensitive side.
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