Look! An Airplane

My arm is sore from playing Wii.  I might have to stop because it's starting to feel a lot like exercise.  But geesh, Jacob was onto something.  Video games are fun.

Jacob's read exactly zero books since getting his new system.  I'm going to have to figure out a way for him to buy playing time with books.  The only problem is that I can't keep Chris from playing, so even when Jacob's not playing, he's watching Chris play.  At least Chris has been reading too, so I guess he's earned his playing time.

No one in our house likes to do things that we're not good at.  Jacob doesn't like to play Wii Bowling with me because I'm awesome, and I don't like to play Mario with him because he's a self-proclaimed expert.  When he does talk me into playing with him, he says encouraging things like, "Good job, Mommy.  You only died three times on that level," or "Let's play this world.  It will be easier for you," or "You can continue as many times as you need to.  Benjy's continued 12 times already."  Great.  I have the proficiency of an almost five-year-old.

Chris had a stay-cation with the boys this week.  It's Jacob's last week before school starts and Benjy's birthday week, so they pretty much played video games and went to fun places in Tijuana--without the camera of course.  And since I was working, no one was there to document their adventures.  They may have just spent the days playing video games, but their cover stories were pretty convincing.

Chris and I almost had a kid-free date today, except that Benjy's ear started oozing a snot-like substance.  Instead we took him to the doctor, who confirmed that he did, indeed, have an ear infection.  She offered to prescribe him codeine for the pain, but Chris told her that Benjy has a high tolerance for pain and didn't need it.  It's true, Benjy does have a high tolerance for pain, but we could have gotten good money for those meds down in Tijuana.  Chris has no vision for illegal activities.  He also told me I should stop making jokes about selling drugs or someone might believe me.

The doctor told us that Benjy was really big for a four-year-old, almost like she was accusing us of giving him steroids.  It was pretty tense in there until Chris explained that Benjy would be five this week.  I mean, we do give him steroids, but not the illegal kind and only for medicinal periodic fever breaking purposes.  

Speaking of periodic fevers, Benjy and Andrew have an appointment with an ENT next week for a consultation for a tonsillectomy.  In most cases, kids who undergo a tonsillectomy stop having periodic fever episodes, which would be fan-freaking-tastic since they both have an episode at least once a month and Benjy missed 16 days of school last year.  And that was with me giving him steroids to stop the attacks.  But that's not why I'm telling you this...

So the doctor's office called today to confirm their appointments and left a message telling me that if I didn't call back by the end of the day, they would "release" their appointment times.  I've never heard of such malarkey.  We've waited several weeks for the appointments, and I would be pretty ticked off if I lost them because I couldn't call back.  What if I'd been at work today?  It's ridiculous.  I wanted to punch them through the phone.  Jacob told me I was being dramatic.  If that's not the pot calling the kettle black, I don't know what is.

Now that I've written this blog like a rambling email, I guess I should at least tell you that Andrew is around here somewhere.  We've hidden all of his blue shirts in an attempt to stop his potty mouth.  Also, he's been alternating between giving us all passionate kisses and pulling our hair.  I tried to explain that I'm not into that sort of Fifty Shades of Grey type stuff, but he just pulled my hair harder.

Oh, and look!  We flew paper airplanes.