Baby Love and Gaming, Mmm!

We gamed last night. It was the first time in a while that my char­ac­ter was almost whol­ly use­less, rel­e­gat­ed to stand­ing back, heal­ing one per­son (cler­ic was busy), and singing to inspire great­ness and courage in the oth­er par­ty mem­bers. It was a com­bat ses­sion, start to finish—not some­thing that hap­pens fre­quent­ly. But we did achieve our objec­tives, assas­si­nat­ing an evil gen­er­al and then free­ing a city.

It was the first time we’d had Alisa with us since a few months before Rhi­an­na was born. I was wrong, she’s sev­en weeks old today. Alisa isn’t inter­est­ed in any game that isn’t hack ‘n slash, so it was a good time for her to come back. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, her char­ac­ter’s sen­tient sword was destroyed last night. She took it pret­ty well. I had a strong feel­ing that she was here to wrap things up and may not be back, but maybe I’m wrong. Alisa was way more ener­getic than I’ve seen her in the last 10 months, which was great.

I did get Rhi­an­na cud­dle time. I was sur­prised at how wake­ful she was, but they said that was nor­mal for her at night. Babies are dan­ger­ous. They tempt me to for­get that I KNOW I’m too old to real­ly keep up with a baby, and cer­tain­ly not with a tod­dler, and that’s the log­i­cal progression.

Since all eight cur­rent play­ers were here, nobody got a whole lot of “screen time.” It was one of those games when we just stayed in com­bat mode the whole time, rolling dice and stat­ing our move­ments. I get annoyed when peo­ple haven’t been think­ing dur­ing their rounds and have to sit there and seri­ous­ly pon­der what they might do when sam­bear gets to them. That’s sil­ly. To some extent, their actions may depend on what oth­er peo­ple have done before them—but you can at least have some options in mind. Not that I had a lot to decide—I held my actions after start­ing my songs, for the most part.

It was­n’t a pro­duc­tive stitch­ing night. My cur­rent piece is bor­ing me to tears, but I have to fin­ish it since it’s a gift. I was hold­ing Rhi­an­na when I was­n’t rolling dice, or the senior cat was occu­py­ing my lap (and she can hold down a LOT of lap). Maybe I need to find a bunch of video­tapes to watch and have a bor­ing stitch­ing-while-watch­ing marathon. I still haven’t seen the last sev­er­al episodes of Buffy, and James for­got to bring the tape last night. I taped the Farscape open­er last night, but before I watch it I have to find the tape that has the last of the pre­vi­ous episodes because I did­n’t get around to watch­ing all of it.

We have to make sure that the girls’ names are on all of their stuff before it gets packed into their bags. 

Uh-oh, Sam is has­sling a door-to-door news­pa­per salest­wit. He sounds so nice and friend­ly when he does it, just like when he com­mits ver­bal judo on ton­er sharks who call his office. I guess he need­ed to gen­tly blow off some aggres­sive ten­den­cies. I just tell them to go away.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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