On Friday night Reid played a [1] Clifford the Big Red Dog Phonics game for ages. I don’t what made her decide that she wanted to do so but she asked and I got her set up. Until now, Reid has required either Ken or me to sit with her while she played. Mostly, Ken was the one who helped her as I get motion sick from many of the games. But last night, she required only instructions from across the room and Ken and I managed some couple time while the sun was shining. I thought it was a pretty good thing. I miss Reid’s babyhood sometimes but there are clear benefits to her getting older.

At bedtime, though, it started to become clear that we might have a video game addict on our hands. Reid was talking about playing Clifford again before soccer. “Umm, no,” said I, the mean mama. Reid was amazed and outraged. The lure of planting our vegetable garden and reading stories was lost on her. Of course, come Saturday, we did plant our garden and Reid many stories and Reid enjoyed them. But when I was making supper, she asked again for Clifford. I think she has played enough to memorize all of the 3-letter words that are used in the game. I’m going to show her Reader Rabbit next and see what she thinks. As long as she doesn’t insist on Dora the Exlplorer, I’ll let the video games slide for a bit.

Any recommedations for other games worth trying out?