I’m Sorry, But I’m Wii-Tarded…

So…

you know how Santa brought us a Wii, right?

BEST.Thing. EVER.

and I mean EVER.  Like, I would rank getting a Wii just below finding eternal life in Heaven, meeting the boy and having my kids.

Ok, and let’s be real…

Some days?  Those days that they are getting on my last.freakin’. nerve?

The wii might just take that spot.

Thank goodness that doesn’t happen often.

So the Wii.

Now.  Please don’t think that we have money coming out the wazoo.  We don’t.  I bought the Wii months before Christmas when it was on sale.  It came with the Wii sports and another free game.

I wasn’t sure when, if ever, we would get additional games for it, but I’m sure you all know the cost of those games.

Santa did provide additional remotes for the children so that there would be no wii-related deaths fights.  Thank you Santa.  From the bottom of our hearts.

And really?

There are no fights.  Sometimes they fight over whether we’re going to bowl or box, but all in all?

Those four children know that I will rip that Wii right out from where it sits and throw it in the trash install it in my bedroom if there is fighting over it.

But, shortly before Christmas we were blessed with a Wii Angel.  His name is David and he’s 16 years old.  He decided to sell his Wii but didn’t know that we were looking for stuff on the cheap.  After he found out, his stuff was all gone, but he had a credit at Game Stop and took us shopping.

Yes.  He’s 16 and he made four children VERY happy Christmas morning.  I made sure to send him the video of the kids opening all of the stuff.

Anywho, his sister, who I adore, recently blessed us again.  So Friday night we found ourselves with 17 new games.

SEVENTEEN.

Surely we can’t introduce all those games at once, right?  The kids would go crazy.

So, we decided that they could earn games.  Good report cards, something exceptional, family night, etc.

Except the boy and I?

Totally dove into all the games this weekend to test them out.  (We needed to make sure they were appropriate games, ya know?)

We raced cars in Mario Cart.  (The boy, as usual, is better than me.)

We I played Donkey Konga, complete with bongo drums. (Omg, LOVE that one.)

There were a few others that we tested, but then we decided that we would try Super Mario Wii.

Now, please keep in mind, neither of us had a Nintendo growing up.  We had parents that didn’t approve of such expenditures.  When I was 16, a family friend couldn’t believe that we didn’t have a Nintendo and got us a Super Nintendo, but there were no games to go with it unless my brother and I bought them.  And since my brother and I never had any money?

Yeah, all the $2 games that no one liked.

So the boy and I are trying to play Super Mario and we came to the realization that we suck.  I had a bit more experience than him in that I knew what Flower Power was and what to do with Yoshi, but on the whole?

We’re not any good at it.

To the point where, it’s not really a game that we want to play.

I think we got to the 5th level.  Maybe.

We’re just that bad.

But that’s okay.  The kids weren’t there to laugh at us.

Next time they aren’t around, I’m going to teach the boy to play Rock Band and Guitar Hero.

Again, when the kids aren’t around.

Because being laughed at by the kids?

Not so much fun and it makes us feel really, really old.

Until next time…