Making my son happy

A not so new game

The kid’s been sick since Saturday. Nothing serious, a slight fever with a sore throat. On Sunday night he had a mild rash on his chest so we decided to keep him home from school on Monday, just in case.

Well, I had planned on writing on Monday. Do you have any idea how difficult that is with a talkative, mildly energetic seven year old? He was less energetic than usual, a sure sign that he wasn’t feeling good. We decided – he coerced, I caved – to play Terraria. He knows I can’t play long hours on Minecraft because of my vertigo. It seems I don’t have those issues with Terraria. Maybe it’s because of the sidescrolling nature of the game.

Either way, we spent about five hours on Monday playing and five hours today. Don’t judge! He didn’t have any school today because they’re doing a re-organization. We wanted to get a hard mode server going and damn, that takes a lot of work. First though I needed Lava Waders. After hours of searching different chests, my husband found the Water Walking Boots and then a Lava Charm. Combine them with an Obsidian Skull and voila, I can now walk on lava. Yay!

It’s hard to believe how additive this game can be. You think, “I’ll do an for an hour or so. No big deal.” and then bam! It’s several hours later and you have no idea what’s for supper. We had homemade pizza, by the way. *laughs*

The worse thing, though, is that I want to load up the game and play some more. I’ve got the housing done for the hard mode server, so now I need to make a hell-avator – elevator into Hell – so it’s easier to defeat the Wall of Flesh.

So, uh, yeah… gotta go!

Rambling about life

Quiet Weekend

My kid is energetic, talkative, loud, fidgety, creative, smart, curious, and exhausting. I tell him I’m giving him away because I can’t keep up. He just looks at me and guilt trips me. Yes, my almost 7 year old guilts me! He likes to say, “Mommy, you born me and that was a lot of hard work. Do you want to throw away all your hard work of making me and born’ing me? That was so much work. You can’t give me away.”

Where the hell did he learn such a mastery of guilt trips? I thought that was my job as his mother? Geez, I’m in so much trouble when he’s older. Already he runs circles around me. One of my friends likes to point out that I should just accept the fact that my kid is smarter than me. Oh I do, trust me, I do. I’m married to a geek/nerd who loves science, chemistry, and space. Yep, kid’s got his dad’s brains, not mine.

But that’s okay, because this weekend, this glorious weekend, he will be camping with his Scouts team. I will have one and a half days of quiet. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kid fiercely. Never thought it was possible to love someone as much as I love him. However, please see description of him above. Talkative and exhausting. He yammers about everything and anything. I’ve told him before he talks a lot, just like his mother, and he laughs and agrees.

He can’t sit still for a minute. We have an exercise ball in the living room. It’s not for me. Oh no, not in the least. It’s for him. When he’s watching TV, he’s bouncing on that damn thing. He has a game where he “surfs” on his belly on the ball and uses the loveseat to stop. He likes to drape himself over it on his back and balance.

But that’s okay. I will have some peace and quiet this weekend. Silence, blissful silence. And I’ll miss that little monster and his laughter while I put in some headphones and write.