We have been enjoying (yay, mightily enjoying!) the new Wii that Delaney got for Christmas. And while we are loving the sports package it came with--baseball, boxing, tennis, beach volleyball, my favorite! bowling)--we have found even more fun with the "classic" games that we were able to download from the Wii's Internet connection.
Think Pac Man, Donkey Kong, Space Invaders, and (sweet!) Gallaga.
The other night, Delaney was playing Gallaga and proclaimed: "Your games are much more fun than our games."
Let's hear it for the 80s!
It took me awhile to get the Christmas decorations taken down (I'm one of those who believes in keeping them up until at least the first Sunday of January; I use the holy day of Epiphany as my excuse!), and Sydney was having serious withdrawal symptoms as the nutcrackers, santas, and nativity sets got packed into boxes.
"Is Christmas over?" she asked. "Is it coming back pretty soon?"
I explained that Christmas comes once a year and that's what makes it so special. And it returns every year, which gives us something to look forward to.
She whined and whimpered and said in classic Scout Style:
"I don't think Christmas is that special if little kids miss it so much."
My Mom loves anything British and she has apparently been teaching Sydney the finer points of the language.
I told Sydney the other day that I needed to go to the bathroom, and she told me: "No, you don't need to go to the bathroom. You need to go to the loo."
With all the tea parties she hosts for us in this house (complete with pinkies-sticking-out), I guess it's good that Sydney's learning the "mother tongue."