You bet your bottom dollar I got a lot of kid time this weekend. Sunday we visited my wife’s co-worker and his family, they have four really adorable kids. We spent about two and a half hours at their pad. They’re a family consisting of two boys and two girls. The oldest boy is 9, the girls are 6 and 2 years old, and they have a precious newborn baby boy. So yeah four kids and a hectic household. Keep in mind I grew up in a family of seven kids so this scenario isn’t terribly daunting for me.
The kids showed me around the house and their impressive Nintendo collections. I finally got a chance to play the Wii and kicked some pre-double digit butt. You bet, I have a sore arm today from playing baseball and tennis against the rugrats. The kids are highly competitive so naturally that brought out my inner beast, it’s a big family thing. I knocked three balls out of the park in the first inning and then taunted their daughter by telling her I’d strike her out on nine pitches. Oh am I ever evil. I worked at Nintendo back in the day so don’t mess with me. True to form, she went down swinging and was a crying heap on the basement carpet. Actually no tears were shed because we immediately shifted our focus to bowling where she handed me a thorough ass whooping. iPod sock to the first blogger to guess the 6 year old’s name. Hint: Hyrule Field.
Before playing catch in their backyard I was given a tour of the two year old’s bedroom. She played the piano for me while I sat in her cozy pink Dora chair. Since the weather was so nice all weekend I sported my Adidas flip flops. This is kind of important because the author of this blog has an ugly left soccer toe. So ugly a two year old can see it. "What’s wrong with your toe?" she inquires. I politely explain it’s the result of playing heaps of soccer. She thinks about what I’ve explained and disappears down the hall. I overhear her chatting with her mom about my toe. She emerges with a small towel in her hand.
The two year old stares at me with her pretty pigtails and proceeds to try and rub away my unsightly toe. Needless to say a bruise under the toenail doesn’t just rub away. The daughter won’t give up though and leaves the room a couple other times with a new towel each time. Got give her something for her effort. Finally, a lightbulb goes off as she wants to conceal it with a Band-Aid™. We stop short of doing this though as I was dragged outside to play catch. Two weekends in a row, I got pampered. Pedicures rock!
The virtual baby shower and next baby contest are still in the works. Don’t fret. The actual baby shower is less than a week away. It’s gut check time.