Family Game Night

With 4 small children at home, life can get hectic.

So, we stay home . . . a lot.

And lately, we are loving Family Game Night!

It is hard to get out the door with everyone . . . and it gets expensive.

Here are some ideas for a fun family night in!

 

 

Pictionary Jr.

The dudes.

The dudes do not know how to play Pictionary Jr.

The dudes have no idea what is going on.

The dudes are not one bit helpful.

Handsome Dude feels he should be the official dice thrower.

Can you guess what happened when he threw the dice?

Sweet Pea takes her game playing quite seriously.

Quite.

Little Dude . . . get off the table.

Go, Sweet Pea, Go!

Handsome Dude has figured out that we are not letting him play the game.

Handsome Dude senses injustice.

Little Dude finds it helpful to bend the cards.

Little Dude!

Get off the table!

Daisy Mae is sure her and the Lumberjack are going to win.

Daisy Mae and her totally awesome heart.

 

Little Dooooooood

Please.

Get off the table.

Uh-oh.

Something is not to Handsome Dude's liking.

This is not rare.

Get.

Off.

The.

Table.

Look at those toes!

Ok.

You can stay on the table.

Stop the game!

Daisy Mae has an issue.

We cannot be certain, due to all the wailing and moaning, but we have concluded that she has some sort of an owie.

Poor Daisy Mae.

Now, hush.

We are playing a game.

Hi, Handsome Dude.

Yes, you are quite handsome.

The Lumberjack remains focused on getting his game on.

Fact:  My Lumberjack is extremely competitive.

It does not matter what game he is playing.

He must win.

Even if he has to cheat.

He will win.

Oh, and does it matter that his opponents are all children under the age of 7?

No.

Oh, does it matter that his opponents are his children?

No.

It most certainly does not.

Let's look at some Family Game Nights of the past . . . shall we?

Zingo.

Yes.

He won each and every game.

It went over well with Daisy Mae.

She does not have good sportsmanship.

Man up, Daisy Mae.

Man up.

Sweet Pea is trying to hold it all together.

But she knows she will lose.

Handsome dude has not one clue as to what is going on.

Yet, he feels the need to express his dissatisfaction.

And Little Dude . . .

 

Well, to be perfectly frank, I think Little Dude is flirting with me.

Oh!  Would you look at this!

Little Dude is on the table.

Weird.

Twister!

I fear I have gotten too old for this game.

And I am only 28.

Well, even if I could do that, I choose not to.

My buns do not, I repeat, do not need to be sticking up in the air like that.

That's just not right.

Raise your hand if you think the Lumberjack will win.

Raise your hand if you think Daisy Mae won't take it so well.

Oh, I am kidding.

He's not that bad.

She actually just got an owie.

Again.

See.

He's a good daddy.

Let's have a moment of applause for the Lumberjack.

Hey, Lumberjack!

We should have more kids!

Oh, I crack myself up.

But, wait!

There's more!

Have you ever wondered why Handsome Dude needs glasses?

That, my friends, is why he needs glasses.

What sorts of games do ya'll like to play as a family?

Please share.

Happy Tuesday!

Terror.

It has been too long.

 Uncle Alex has been away for too long.

My kids were not used to all the roaring and tickling and roaring and teasing and roaring and chasing.

So instead of a fun, silly uncle . . . he is now a huge, scary monster.

It's a shame, really.

Look at what was ironically on the computer screen at the time.

Very interesting . . .

Yes.

It does take guts to be a part of this family.

Handsome Dude does not yet have the required guts.

Poor Handsome Dude.

Poor Daisy Mae.

Although, I think she was secretly having fun.

Dear Daisy Mae,

Why are you wearing a dress with jeans?

Love,

Mom.

Poor Sweet Pea.

Speaking of Sweet Pea . . . look at what she made with her new sewing machine:

Pajamas for her doll.

She made them with help from Grandma, of course.

For I know not how to even sew buttons on.

We had a lovely evening.

It was nice to see Alex again.

And once the kids' heart rates returned to normal and they recognized their fun uncle, they were happy to see him, too.

Now this is typical of family events.

Random weapons.

100 (meaningless) points to anyone who can name the weapon.

Personally, I have no idea, so I will have to take this one to the Lumberjack later on.

I am going with a light saber.

Or some sort of sword?

"Taylor.  Stop.  Are you going to put this in your blog?"

Well . . . Lumberjack . . . you kind of set yourself up when you are sitting next to a picture of John Wayne and holding what appears to be a light saber at a family gathering.

I mean, really.

What else can I do?

It is my duty to share the insanity.

"Blog?  What's a blog?  Oh, yeah.  Your blog.  I don't read it.  I don't have time for that stuff."

Good.

Then I can talk about you all the more, silly father-in-law.

And with that, I will conclude this family gathering recap.

Happy Sunday everyone!

P.S.-Everyone liked the Potatoes

P.P.S-Everyone like the Carrots.

Thanks, Dad!

I guess you weren't trying to sabotage me after all.

 

Little Miss

Meet Little Miss.

 

 

Yesterday, Little Miss came to hang out with us.

 

Poor girl.

She didn't know what she was in for.

You see, Little Miss is an only child.

And there are times when she finds the home of her cousins to be a bit . . .

 

chaotic.

Six things Little Miss encountered at our home that she probably does not encounter at her own:

1)  Coordinating her nap schedule with two handsome dudes.

2)  Driving three times a day to the elementary school.

3)  Going through a "diaper-changing assembly line"

4)  Having any truck she attempted to play with immediately snatched from her little hands.

5)  Having a dog eat her dropped food the moment it hits the floor.

6)  Being randomly attacked by a flying toy, spoon, or shoe.

 

"Where is my mother and when is she coming to get me?"

Check out the look on Little Miss's face:

Priceless.