Thursday, October 21, 2010

Wild Thing

The Wii has landed. 

It's only been in our house for a few days and it already threatening to take over.  I tell Isaiah he has to wait until Daddy comes home to go downstairs and play, but about every 8 minutes or so he is still asking, "Go play game?"

When it finally is time to go play, he loves it and gets totally into it.  In fact, he was kicking his Daddy's butt in the swordplay game on Wii Sports Resort the other night.  Of course, once I was tagged in I figured out Isaiah's weakness (use a vertical attack rather than the random flailing about that my darling husband was doing) and wiped the floor with him.  That's right.  I whipped the little bugger in Wii swordplay and I didn't even feel bad about it.  He was still jumping up and down yelling, "Isaiah wins!!" even as his Mii was falling head first into the water below.  I would high five him and agree, "Way to go!"

Mommy doesn't like to lose.

The problem with this technological wonder comes at 7:00 pm.  That is the time we have deemed to be the cut-off for Wii time.  We give Isaiah his 10 minute and 5 minute warnings and then remind him when he's on his last round/match/game/whatever.  But the second we try to take that controller from him and turn off the console.....the wild beast emerges.  He starts to scream, cry, kick and flail about as he hollers "Want play game! Want play game" for the next 30 minutes.  He is literally inconsolable as we carry him upstairs.

I'm sure it has a lot to do with the novelty of this whole thing, that the Wii is still new and exciting.  It will wear off eventually, right?


(P.S.  I do have photos of Isaiah playing with this new toy, but I haven't had time to get on my laptop and upload them!  I promise I will as soon as I can.)

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