As a family, we viewed zero television today. Not one news report. Not one fifteen minute episode of Fireman Sam. Nothing.
Big E's punishment for lying about being sick was a full day unplugged. I certainly wasn't going to make staying home sick fun for him.
But my stubbornness came with its own set of consequences. The most dire of which, involved me. I spent 12 straight hours in constant dialogue with Big E. Every facial expression or under my breath comment I made was then fully analyzed by Big E. It was exhausting.
But my kids evolved. They made up some crazy games which I will share with you. Maybe you can teach them to your kids when they run out of things to do.
1) Yank My Chain. The title IS catchy, isn't it? This involved my kids launching themselves off Big E's bed in an effort to reach the chain that turns the fan light on and off. Based on the thuds and substantial cheers that followed, my kids were masters at this game. I peeked in once and evaluated the dangerousness of the situation. I'm happy to report no injuries and the fan is still installed in the ceiling.
2) Prison Break. One child would wiggle under my bed and the other would block the exit with all my decorative pillows. After much screaming and pushing, one son would reappear from the under(bed)world sweaty and laughing. Again, a weird choice, but it kept them busy for an hour. That is an eternity in little boy time.
3) Treasure Hunt. This was my least favorite as it involved me walking around the house while Big E indicated via clapping speed if I was getting close to the "treasure." For the record, I don't consider a toy Seder plate and fake matzo a treasure. To me it seems more of a choking hazard. Double thumbs down for this game.
4) Cliff Hangers. I watched in horror as Big E scaled the back of our leather sofa and hurled himself onto the buttery cushions below. Climbing on furniture is always a NO-NO at the Yoysers, but it was 5:45 and I was barely conscious. Little E sensed I had let my mother guard down and took a header onto the hardwoods as his stumpy legs tried the impossible.
I have to admit, I am very impressed with my kids' creativity. They played with zero of their traditional toys and still managed to keep busy with their imaginations.
And we all survived.
Unfortunately, Little E went right off the cliff.
Popular posts from this blog
Hi folks! A quick note from Mrs. Yoy as I know it's been awhile. For those that know me personally, you know that I've been very vocal in unsuccessfully convincing the Cobb County School board to change their COVID policies, which to this day, remain a steaming pile of sh*t. We follow zero health guidelines and figuring out the quarantine policy is akin to solving that math problem from Good Will Hunting. I will be publishing the letters I've sent to the board and Superintendent over the last 18 days of school. I've heard back from my representative, who is lovely, and my pediatric dentist who also serves on the board, but it's been crickets from the voting block of four and the Superintendent, Chris Ragsdale. Apparently, he's too busy pumping iron and self-tanning. Anyway, enjoy. HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! (E-mail sent on August 2, 2021) Good morning from East Cobb! As a long time resident, I am writing you this morning to plead with you to reconsider the mask
Good morning from East Cobb! I am following up on an email I sent yesterday morning, to which I received zero responses. As a long time resident, I am writing you this morning to plead with you to reconsider the mask policy for Cobb County schools this year. I’ve been speaking with many parents and we are stressed and saddened by the lack of consideration and communication from the board regarding the recent surge of Covid. In case you wanted to know, I can also see the future. And in two weeks when we are all at home, virtual again, with sick kids, teachers, bus drivers and others in quarantine, I will be thinking of you and your total disregard for the health of our children and our families. Look, we all make judgment mistakes. We all have a crazy family member spreading conspiracy theories. But we don’t let these people and/or the internet comments section guide our work decisions. Gosh, I can’t imagine if I let my dad’s view of our income tax system influence how I prepared tax r
Today Big E told a lady in the mall that he threw up in his crib. She gave him an odd look and asked him to repeat himself. No need for repeating, I knew exactly what he said. Why he is still talking about this, I'm not sure. It was three months ago. It hasn't happened since, I'm pretty sure Mr. Yoy and I cleaned up the entire mess. Move on, Big E. Next topic, please.