I'll set the scene.
7:30 AM on Christmas morning. An excited little girl jumping up and down saying, "I want to try the Wii Babysitting Mama now!" Have you seen this toy? It's a Wii game that comes with a hands-on baby doll that needs the Wii mama's care and attention. Jillian begged for this toy. Since Jillian's favorite activity is playing mama, I thought that this game was right up her alley. Well...it turns out that the game is not that easy. This baby doll would not quiet down for Jillian so that she could get to the next level. Having logged in countless hours quieting babies in the past decade or so, I figured that I could turn into supermama for Jillian and make some progress in this game.
Picture me sitting on a tiny, plastic, yellow chair. Jillian thinks that I would have the best position to hold the baby on her special chair. She's right about the chair being just the right height for playing this game. I wish that it had a little cushion for my achy bottom.
I position my hands underneath the baby's head and bottom ever so gently. I try to follow the instructional mama's directions as she tells me what to do. She's way too perky in a condescending way. See how much this game is getting to me. I'm feeling antagonism towards a virtual character.
Fast forward one hour later. I could not get past level one (soothing, feeding, burping, rocking). I tried over and over again to get it right. So frustrating!!! I can still hear that Wii mama's admonition, "Don't shake the baby!" My constant response, "I'm NOT shaking the baby!"
Time for round two with this game. Jillian is calling me to the Wii now to take another shot. I wonder if a gorilla mama would be better at passing these levels. I hate when I get through 3 out of 4 stages and the Wii mama tells me that I'm "almost there." I think I'm almost losing my mind with this game! Maybe I can talk Jillian into playing Barbies with me. They don't criticize me on how I play :)
See you all soon. How was your Christmas battle with the toys? Cardboard, batteries, complicated instructions and confusing toy assembly with kids who want to play everything ASAP. Exhausting with some fun thrown in. I also have a husband who would say, "Why did you buy that annoying toy?" Grateful for all those Christmas cookies!
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