Violet, grrr.

Violet is driving me crazy these days by a) being cry-ey and whiny, b) running around loudly and screaming in my elderly parents' home, and c) being really disobedient when I try to manage her behavior.

I have to remind myself that she is my beautiful, one and only, daughter. One of these days we'll figure it out, right? Hopefully before she's a teenager.

Dude.

Baby Wright doesn't mind if you play Guitar Hero...you just have to make sure you give him the 2nd guitar. He likes to push the neck buttons, pluck the fret bar, and wiggle the whammy bar back and forth. I discovered this after unsuccessfully trying to play and swat him away from my guitar at the same time. Not so good for the "You Rock!!" screen.

Last night while we were playing through "Paint it Black," Violet came in (*ahem* GOT OUT OF BED) and whipped out her keyboard to play along as well. When I forced her back in bed later, she told me, "Mommy, but I was so happy when we were singing songs!" :)