At the Cynical Dad household, we like to play what I call "tabletop games." They're convenient because I can easily play with Zoey and hold Zed at the same time, which is quite often a necessity. He's teething (after eight months of no teeth, I believe he's trying to get twelve in at once), so he is often cranky and wants to be held. Here are the tabletop games currently in rotation:
Play-Doh
I've already chronicled Zoey creating blood sandwiches. But we make normal food as well: tacos, pizza, burgers, and lots and lots of toast. Am I raising a child that is going to have food issues later in life? Or am I just overanalyzing things as usual? Or maybe I just need to buy her some new Play-Doh play sets?The only problem I have with the Play-Doh is that she mixes the colors (I bet you thought I was going to complain about the mess). I know. You don't have to say a word. I'm just too anal-retentive to sit idly by and watch her mix the colors. But comments like "If you do that, you won't have any more pretty pink Play-Doh" often fall on deaf ears. Which is why we have tons of rust/brown-colored Play-Doh. Need some?
Candy Land
We've been "playing" this game since she turned three years old. It can be a painful experience. She's usually only good for about two turns before she declares herself the winner. She's more interested in stacking the cards over and over again (OCD alert!) and having the little gingerbread guys talk to one another than she is playing the game.But today we had a major breakthrough. Today we made it all the way to the Gramma Nutt area before she declared herself the winner (I did stack the deck in her favor with doubles). I know, we barely made it halfway through the board, but I'm optimistic nonetheless. Baby steps, my friend. Baby steps.
Jigsaw Puzzles
We've moved past the Melissa & Doug phase (although she still pulls them out from time to time) and are now doing jigsaw puzzles. She's really quite good at them, although at times she gets a little impatient and tries to make a piece fit.I enjoy it as well. In fact, when I'm cleaning up the room at the end of the day, I often put the puzzle together by myself before putting it away. It's strangely therapeutic. It's like yoga, only not as healthy.
The only problem with the puzzles is that apparently we have some sort of mystery vortex in our living room that sucks up a few pieces when we're not looking. And so we end up putting together puzzles with pieces missing. And then I have to go take my meds.
GHS: 3 (2 for the Play-Doh mixing and 1 for the missing puzzle pieces)
