7 posts tagged “funny”

In my little family, things work really well since my husband's a big kid, and my son is a little kid. Apparently, this makes me the adult. (Commence laughing here...)

But, considering that my husband is a big kid, he's not all that interested in playing with the baby toys the "kids" nowadays are into. So we don't have a whole lot of them anymore. As my son is growing, he really wants to be like Mama and Dada, which includes playing with our toys and watching our cartoons. Yes, I draw the line at South Park. (Jeremy ordered the movie on DVD, and Ethan picked it up and wanted to watch it. This is where the adult came out in me, and I had to put my foot down.) I mentioned yesterday how the family is all a big fan of the Simpsons, and how our most recent family outing was to go see the movie. Fun times!!

What Ethan's gotten more interested in since Christmas is the Nintendo. Most specifically, my DS. (Which was my Christmas present, I might add...) He LOVES playing the Wario Touched game..it just cracks him up. And Monkey Ball, though that one he'll more often than not hand off to me and tell me to play while he watches. Since we moved into the new place, he's also become enamored by the GameCube. We haven't quite gotten to the point where he'll play games (again, more often than not, he's watching me play Mario Party), but we're getting to that point.

Why do I let my child spend all this time with the DS? Well, first off, Ethan has in the past had a slight delay in his gross motor/fine motor skills. Which is why it amazes me that he can actually play Touched, as you really need to master some specific movements and actions with the touch screen. And you need to do it quickly! Aside from that, I don't remember telling him more than once or twice what buttons do what...he's figured that out for himself pretty darn fast. And he's also gotten really good at figuring other things out as well. At my nephew's birthday party, Ethan started playing around with one of the poles holding up a tent, quickly figuring out exactly which button to push to collapse the tent. (Happily, he was not strong enough to actually push it... But his Pepere was very impressed!)

So yes, there are good reasons to let your child play video games...and to play video games with them. You know what would be even better...having a Wii to play video games with your son. :)

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I've taken to bribing Ethan. I don't know if this is good or bad or whatever, but yeah. So we are talking this morning on the way to school, and I tell him that if he eats dinner and takes a bath, he can watch Toy Story tonight. (Well...he ate dinner tonight...but that's another story...)

I get home, check in with Jeremy, and find Ethan hovering on the stairs. "Go watch Toys," he says.

Jeremy says, "Yeah, he told me you said he could watch Toy Story tonight."

"Oh really," I say. "Did he mention he was supposed to eat dinner and take a bath first?"

"Nooooo," Jeremy says.

Turn to Ethan, who is rolling around on the stairs whining, "No baaaaaaaaaaaath!!!"

Seriously, though. Any ideas on how to get the child to take a bath, and we'll be all set. *sigh* Bath time is set for tomorrow night!

So we're watching the first Toy Story tonight, and we get to a "scary" part, so Ethan yells AAAAAHHHHH!!!

I yell AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

Jeremy yells NOOOOOO!!!!!

Ethan looks at Jeremy, completely seriously, and says, "NO! Ah!"

So we're watching Toy Story 2 before Ethan goes to bed, and we get to the part where Emporer Zurg says he's Buzz Lightyear's father. Cut to Buzz shaking his fist at the sky, screaming NOOOOOOOOO as the elevator goes down.

Cut to Jenn, sitting on the couch, shaking her fist at the sky, screaming NOOOOOOOOO!

Cut to Ethan, sitting on my lap, shaking his fist at the sky, screaming NOOOOOOOO!

Seriously...must get a video of that. It was way too funny.

Oh, and I have also taught him to boo villians in the movies. Now, if you're watching, say, an old James Bond movie, you can tell him that seven-foot-tall guy with the metal jaws is the bad guy, he'll say, "Oh, okay." You ask, "What do you say to bad guys?" He'll dutifully respond, "BOOOOO!!!" Point out James Bond (Roger Moore, in this case), and say he's the good guy, he'll say, "Oh, okay." You ask, "What do you say to good guys?" He'll dutifully respond, "YAAAAAY!!!"

Now if we can only get a hang of this potty thing, we'll be golden.

My son is in a funny part of his life. He's in the Parroting Twos. This is the stage when he will repeat everything you say, especially if you slip up and say something slightly inappropriate. Picture a little blonde kid repeating, "Tourists, GO HOME!"

This is my ride down the Strip nowadays.

The biggest problem here is that he is so good at it. Seriously. I'll be in the middle of telling him to sit down so he doesn't take a header off his changing table, and he'll just strike one of those faces I know I make. It's just so infuriating because he's just so funny! It just gives me the urge to personally apologize to everyone I know, because I must be freikin' annoying.

So now I tell you, as someone who knows me, I'm truly sorry. I will try to behave myself in the future.

And really, I need to stop glaring. It just comes off as silly. Which completely defeats the purpose of the look.

Ethan spotted his Auntie Mouse's collection of cups from circuses/Disney on Ice/Various Costumed Performer shows she's been to, which includes a white tiger with a flip-top head. Fill it with gummy bears, and you have a perfect pre-nap snack. (We'll ignore the sugar content here...he usually is good about going down.)

After a while, of course, Ethan takes what's left of the gummies out, and I make the tiger start talking. He growls and asks for some gummies to eat. Saying please, of course. Ethan laughs like a madman, and gives the tiger a couple of bears. Tiger asks for more, and Ethan hides the remaining bears in his hands, and says:

"No more! They're all gone!"

Apparently, this child has been paying attention to my parenting tricks. XD

We're watching tv during dinner tonight, and there's commercial for Snakes on a Plane. I get all excited, which, of course, makes Ethan chatty.

E: A plane! Oh no! They're gonna crash!!

Me: Are there snakes on the plane?

E: There snake on the plane! Oh no! What are they gonna do?!

Me: You should tell Dada there's snakes on the plane.

E: (softly) Dada? There's snake on the plane!

(Ethan realizes Jeremy is upstairs.)

E: (screaming) HONEY!! THERE'S SNAKE ON THE PLANE!!

(I fall over and die laughing.)