We have become that family of dorks in the commercial who sit around with the excitement of Christmas morning while they play Life or Sorry. Except we don't play either of those. Last night we tried to play Chinese checkers, but Corey and I got in an argument about the non-specific statement of rules and the boys found it boring. So we switched to our staple game, Trouble.
I have to break here to talk about Landen's lack of sportsmanship. Landen came to play. He's fierce. He's ferocious. And he cries when he's losing. Sometimes he gets kicked out of the game. Sometimes he puts his head down and refuses to play anymore. This is proving to be a very, VERY slow habit to break. His psychologist plays games with him because improving his sportsmanship is serious bidness and it's a team effort.
Speaking of psychologist, when we went last week, she was so pleased with how well the boys are doing that she's going to see us in February and then said we may not need to come for a while. Does that mean there's a cure for grief, anger and dysfunction?
Landen is also grounded from video games because he keeps bringing home D's and F's in his test folder on Wednesdays. Landen has a touch of The Lazy, and he is a whiz at Science and Math but does not care to apply much effort in Reading or English. Tonight we made an exception to change family game night up a bit, and everybody was going to get to participate in our favorite Wii game, Martian Invasion.
I assure you it is every bit as fun as the name implies. There's a big green gun and you shoot the shit out of little green martians who pop out everywhere and try to kill you. Jake and I push the trigger continuously and move the target around the screen. You're bound to hit it all that way. Jake improves the more rounds he plays. I have terrible hand-eye coordination, so I show no improvement in five rounds. What Jake lacks in marksmanship, he makes up for in enthusiasm. He also misses a lot of martians because when he does a good job, he jumps up and down. It is very difficult to be a crack shot when you're bouncing up and down. He's intense though.
Landen has better hand-eye coordination because he has Corey's Gaming Gene and can pick up a controller and work a game, any game we've ever deemed appropriate for him. He can put in a demo disk Corey gets with a magazine and just start playing on the Xbox. He probably doesn't hit any more than Jake does, but he points the little icon on the screen at the martian and pulls the trigger one time. He aims well.
And then after the boys and I get killed in the middle of each level, The Professional comes in and saves us. He is hard core. He is also the only reason we get to unlock more levels.
Tonight Jake and Landen said they were having "the time of their life." He is their savior, in every single way.
Just so Murphy doesn't get left out of the post, check out boyfriend owning Corey's poncho liner, which we use as a blanket. It is Murphy's woobie. When we fold in and put in the ottoman where it's stored, he stares at the ottoman when he's ready to nap.
Corey goes back to work next Tuesday. The boys start After Care that day, which is great because when I pick them up at five, their homework will be done. So we won't get home at 5:30 or 6 PM and have to eat and do homework instead of family game night. Corey said tonight that he's going to have separation anxiety from Murphy when he goes back to work - they've spent all day almost every day together since Corey got home in December.
Murphy will have to go back to hanging out by himself during the day.
We're adjusting all around.
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