Board Games with the Brethern

December 24th, 2008

It’s been miserably cold lately. 

Have I mentioned the coldness? 
Have I told you yet that I am freezing? 
Hey guess what… IT”S COLD! 
Breaking news… CDW is freezing to death. 
This just in… it’s winter in Kansas! 
Did I say that it was chilly yet?
I can’t feel my fingers.
Forget the sofa, I am sitting right on top of the heating vent.  
Warm toasty buns…
Everything is freezing except for my buns.   

I hate winter…

I mean… uh… er… I am not particularly fond of winter.

So winter means having a roaring fire in the fireplace. With four sons in the house and a rare chance to play with matches, it’s not too hard to get someone to build a fire around here.  If there is a fire in the fireplace than that means that everyone wants to curl up beside it.

There are no televisions or video games in our living room, so to entertain themselves while sitting in front of the fireplace, the kids can either stare at the walls, play with the laptop, read a book, wrestle with each other, or play a board game.  Since they are way too familiar with the disastrous side effects of having a parent that stares into space and that same parent has zero tolerance for wrestling matches in front of an open flame,and that same parent is using the laptop herself, I often find my sons either reading or yes… playing a board game in front of the fireplace. 
Which makes us look at little homeschooly.  
Which we are not homeschooly.  
We are not homeschooly at all.
If we were homeschooly, my sons would be dead and I would be in prison for their grisly demise.  
So according to several of my readers… here is my third installment of what would appear to be a homeschooling blog… except we don’t homeschool.
Because… no.

This is my eldest playing Monopoly with my youngest.

Or you could also say that this is my eldest son circling my youngest son like wounded prey, just waiting for an opportunity to make him squeal like a little girl.
Which happens approximately every three seconds whenever these two are within thirteen miles of each other.  

Here is my eldest playing with my second son Ethan.  
Over the years, Ethan has grown wise to the ways of “The Calder”.   See how Ethan is staring him down.  Watching him… just waiting… he has learned to be prepared and to never drop his defenses.

He is wary.  He is ready.  He has learned his lesson well.

Can you see it?  In Ethan’s eyes.  I think that is called murder.

Still, eventually Calder will get Ethan to squeal like a little girl.  Not as often as he used to, and these days, Calder is going to pay dearly at the hands of Ethan, for that squeal.
Still, Calder will make it happen.  
It’s just not fun for Calder until someone squeals like a little girl

Then we have the two youngest sons.  

In this photo, Drew is actually teaching Jack how to play Chess.

Jack is the baby around these parts and trust me, he reaps all the benefits and the rewards of that exalted position as well as all the punishing blows that come with being the most defenseless male in the tribe.

Except that Jack is not even close to being defenseless as he is wise in the ways of plying his mother’s fears and stirring up her protective instinct.  

Even with all that against him, Jack truly only trusts one person in our house and this is his brother Drew.  He listens to him, he learns from him, he does what Drew tells him to do.  
It is a strange relationship that I will never fully understand.  
I am just glad there is someone around here that can make Jack do something.  
Otherwise I am afraid of what would become of that stinkin’ rotten, spoiled, st

ubborn, never listens to anything I say to him, anger management issues, freckly, squishy, smootchy, wootchy, snuggly, buggly, little tiny tater tot kid… my baby.  

Yes, he is ruined.
And ultimately… 
I am pretty sure….
That it is my fault.