Saturday, July 29, 2006
Noah is still the Nintendo addict he's been for the past two years. He loves to play but he continues to struggle with most of the games because he's still so young. His latest thing is to shout at us every time he loses or makes a mistake and tell us how much he needs "concentration" every time we make the mistake of talking during his game play. Today has been no exception. Lately he's gotten really good at Super Mario 64 and has found great pleasure in winning stars his Daddy hasn't been able to. As he played this afternoon, he won a star on his game that he knew his Dad hadn't won on his own and immediately said, "I'm going to win it for Daddy and he will be so impressed!" As he set out to do just that, he began having struggles. Perhaps he has beginner's luck the first time around, maybe he just gets too excited the second time around and isn't as careful. Either way, after several unsuccessful attempts, he turned the game off and before he burst into tears, ran up to his room. Once up in his bed, the floodgates burst open and all the frustration and anger came pouring forth. But the surprising thing was, he wasn't mad that he lost the game or that we weren't giving him concentration. His anger was directed at me and the fact that his blanket is dirty. His tantrum went something like this:
"I have to sleep up here with this stinkin' hot blanket." (His special ble-ble is in the hamper at the moment waiting to be washed so for now he's been sleeping with a wool Indian blanket.) "Arrrggghhh! I have to sleep up here with this stinkin' hot blanket and it's dirty! It's dirty and it has pizza on it and blueberry pie! Arrrgggghhhh! And my bed has swimsuits on it! Arrrggghhhh! And I hate my bed. I have to sleep up here with this blanket and it's filthy and I have to sleep at a different end from everybody else! Arrrrgggghhhhh! And I never get to watch my movie!" On and on and on and on. . . . Then all of the sudden we hear a thud as Noah jumps down from the top bunk and he comes down the stairs, brushing the tears from his cheeks and joins Denver in playing playdough at the kitchen table, like nothing ever happened and everything is just dandy. Go figure. Guess I'd better go wash his stinkin' filthy blanket and his special ble-ble also. Sheeesh!
posted by Shana # 1:57 PM 
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