the game club

You may remember me mentioning in my last post about Reid and his game club. Well, I bet you were all just dying to know what that was all about. So lucky for you, you are going to find out...

Due to the fact that he can't stand being bored, he came up with this brilliant idea... gather up a bunch of our games, and set them out in the living room... then make membership cards for everyone, with passwords, and a place to record all our points. Voila! A game club.

So here we are, in our very selective game club. I'm sure if you wanted a membership, Reid would prepare a card for you. It may cost you though. At least a dollar fifty.

Conner manned the grocery store... I bought a tomato, and a can of tuna. The tuna was pretty dry and the tomato was a little over-ripe. Fortunately I bought it all with plastic money... Ha! I sure pulled a fast one on them! Ahhh.... the sweetness that is Jarom... "mommy, please play this game with me?" Okay... Jarom, whatever you say Jarom... you can have anything you want Jarom.

Reid explaining the point system to me for the millionth time... how frustrating for him to have a mother like me... always explaining things... you get so many points for winning a game, so many for losing... this many for doing puzzles... this many for shopping at the store... whew!

Reid and Jarom kicking my can at Guess Who... Not really fair though... two against one.

Conner doing a little multi-tasking.... eating a granola bar AND doing puzzles. He should get at least 200 points for that!

Conner and I played a little Book of Mormon Battles... which basically is like War... and when you play it with a two year old, it's basically like nothing, but letting him believe he's winning something, somehow. So anyway, as we are playing he lays down this Ishmael card, then gasps and shouts out, "SANTA!!!" hmmmm... should I feel guilty about that?

My prize for all the points I collected. Don't let this picture deceive you... it may look like a real horse, but it's really just plastic, and fits in the palm of my hand. Had ya going though, didn't I??? But seriously, where would we keep a horse? We have NO spare rooms...