I am getting a gaming console. (Yes, middle aged me.) And it’s being delivered tonight, if the UPS tracking system is any indication. (“out for delivery” = impetus for heart to start racing with excitement)
For Callum, Wii Sports (Baseball, Golf, Tennis, etc.) will be a variation on the “hittheball” game we play incessantly. I hear great things about the intuitiveness of the Wi remote, but putting it into a two-year-old’s hands will be an interesting test. Is it intutive because we’re accustomed to everything that’s come before, or have the game designers really tapped into something very basic about the way the human brain and body interact with the outside world?
Then there’s the side of me that’s almost kicking myself for putting this into the hands of a two-year-old in the first place. Don’t I know anything about the American Obesity Epidemic (TM)? Don’t I know anything about limiting “screen time”? But, then, I imagine his eyes going wide the first time he figures out the connection between his movement and what happens on the screen, and I can’t wait to put it into his hands. Yes, we’ll still be going to the park to play “hittheball”. This kid has got to move. When he’s not sleeping, that is.
P.S. Wish me luck on installing the darned thing. Until the kid sees it in action, he’ll never understand what is so important that it takes all of mommy’s attention. I’ll be shrugging him off my back while desperately trying to explain why he should be patient with me. *Sigh*
P.P.S. I must have been kidding myself. Callum refuses to even hold the Wii remote. He runs to the other room when I try to foist it on him. He prefers the much more intuitive interface of his yellow plastic bat. Now if only I can strap the Wii remote to the bat. Would duct tape work perhaps? Hmm…