Game On

There is a new game around our house!! Can you guess what it is? Tessa came up with the rules, and actually the whole objective of the game for that matter. These are the rules: (according to Tessa)

1. Have mom set you in the dining room (room furthest from the stairs) with toys all around you. Before mom can realize that you are missing, haul butt to the stairs. (which I have found to be quite easy when she is distracted by like 3 other little indians screaming in her face).

2. Once you are at the stairs b-line it for the top as quick as you can. (If mom catches you before you reach the top, game over). Try to have it down to--lets say--30 seconds max.

3. Once you reach the top (assuming you were successful with not getting caught, or not plumeting 10 stairs at a time), do a little "happy dance". This consists of stiffening your whole body while on you
your stomach and letting out a triumphant battle cry!! It must be triumphant, b/c you have not only outsmarted your 30 year old mother, but have also gotten past the other midgets in the house without them tattling on you.

4. After you feel your battle cry is perfected, then peak your head around the corner of the wall (at the top of the stairs), and say "mamamamam". If it is still early in the morning, mom is usually quick to respond--later in the afternoon--you may have to wait a few minutes or more.....

5. Once you see mom at the bottom of the stairs, turn right around and haul to the end of the hallway--battle cry here is recommended again.(mom NEEDS to know what you have accomplished)

6. Mom usually catches you pretty quickly--again the whole am/pm thing to think about here too--you then are brought downstairs again, and to the corner of the dining room. Surrounded by toys, and midgets to distract you.

7. Game on!! Repeat steps in order.

Tessa's Stats: on Thurs. 9/7/06
-attempted a win 22 times (no lie--mom counted)
- 20 sucessful trips
- 1 plummet
-1 failure to make it all the way up (mom caught me on stair 3--it was 9:00 am---note time).

( I had to include a pic of Tessa's wonderful "thunder thighs" in this blog. I think she is subconsciously trying to get rid of these by obcessively exercising. I blame them on the DNA she got from her dad, b/c what mom wants to pass on that genetic trait----).