Sunday, June 1st, 2014
3 years, 6 months.
Last weekend your Nonna gave you a $20 bill to spend on anything you wanted at any point in the future.
To my surprise, that money actually lasted an entire week!
This past weekend while we visited Atlanta for the Wizard World Comic Con, we discovered there was a Target that basically shared the parking of the Le Meridien where we were staying.
You had been asking me for months now about the classic game, Hungry Hungry Hippos. It just happened to be on sale for $13, compared to its normal price of 20 bucks.
I was amazed that Mommy and I were able to convince you to keep it in the box during the 5 minute journey back up to our 8th floor hotel room.
Going into this, I knew from past experience not to expect you to play by the rules.
Yeah, that would be an understatement this time around.
The blue hippo was your favorite. You manually opened up his month and directly placed the plastic marbles in.
Even still, after the 2nd time of playing Hungry Hungry Hippos mostly the way it was intended, you proclaimed, “I don’t like losing.”
It’s not that you suddenly lost interest in it once you learned how to play. It’s that you decided that Hungry Hungry Hippos is much more fun as a toy.
By the first night in the hotel, Hungry Hungry Hippos became your “bulldozer airplane.” Apparently, when turned upside down, the platform can fly and hover through the air.
Despite that, it seems that the collection of hippos are becoming categorized like stuffed animals:
“Mommy, can I bring Hungry Hungry Hippos to bed with me tonight?”
Even the plastic marbles have another function besides actual game use. You’ve been using them as freight for your Take-n-Play Thomas the Train sets.
It seems like Hungry Hungry Hippos is everything you had hoped it would be…
To a 3 year-old boy, it’s not a game. It’s a toy.
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Sunday, July 7th, 2013
2 years, 7 months.
You have now officially been to the Midwest!
While visiting the zoo in Louisville, Kentucky, our hotel was actually right across the Ohio River, in Jeffersonville, Indiana.
Of course, technically, Louisville is, in my opinion, half Southern and half Midwestern, as the confusing pronunciation of its name exemplifies.
It’s either the most northern Southern city or the most southern Northern city of America… I don’t think anyone really knows for sure.
Either way, I love the whole Louisville area (including the Indiana side) because it all reminds me so much of Nashville.
So I had mentioned a few days ago how Mommy and I had been hyping you up for the exciting fold-out couch you would be sleeping on in the hotel.
Your “big boy bed,” as I kept referring to it.
Yeah, well, guess who ended up sleeping in your big boy bed…
That’s right; the biggest boy in our family of three… Daddy.
All I remember is you laying down with me on the fold-out couch watching a horse race on TV, then waking up 7 hours later to find out you and Mommy got to sleep in the real bed without me.
I didn’t mind…
Hey, I got 7 hours of sound sleep; that’s a pretty big deal for me, especially after driving 3 hours at night in the rain with you refusing to fall asleep in the car.
As you can see from these pictures, which sort of remind me of a 1990′s mosh pit at a grunge concert, you had a good time jumping on the bed, like those monkeys we sing about sometimes.
Fortunately, despite all your contorting, you never fell off and bumped your head or injured yourself in anyway.
This was not only your first Midwestern road trip, but it was also your first hotel experience.
I had hoped you’d like the fun fold-out couch, but I’ll settle for getting a full night’s rest out of it myself, as well as getting to watch you the next morning go crazy jumping around on the bed that I was supposed to get to sleep on.
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