Cheesed by Chuck E.

It was one of those random Popped Into My Brain For No Apparent Reason But Why The Heck Not type thoughts.

It was Lil Diva’s first birthday. My mother had just arrived in town. We needed to eat. I wanted to do something at least slightly festive while keeping The Tackler entertained.

A Chuck E. Cheese costume character

Cheesed by Chuck E.

Hey, why don’t we go to Chuck E. Cheese?

CG looks at me as though I’ve lost my mind and gives a wary shrug. “Okaaay.”

Was I insane? I didn’t think so… Three adults to two kids should be a manageable in such a place.. Right??

Besides, I hadn’t had their cake in years and I LOVED it.

We schlepped into Chuck E. Cheese and were immediately branded with a number only visible under black light. It took me a little while to realize they were marking my children as mine.

I wondered…. what happened if it washed off?

We ordered pizza and chose the Gazillion Token Package (well more like 100, but at only 1 token a game, it might as well been a gazillion).  The kids immediately hit the floor.

Their faces lit up courtesy of the neon flashing lights from the various games and amazement that said, “This is so very cool.”

The Tackler immediately tried the bulldozer ride.

He was very confused it didn’t do more movement, but seemed to enjoy the oh-so-long 60 second ride.

Lil Diva, meanwhile, had her sights set on the “owner” of the establishment and went for a ride… with Chuck E.

Her brother ran off to explore the myriad of games.

The birthday girl exited her ride and then saw it, lit up before her and glowing as though being shined upon from heaven above: stairs.

With no gate barring her way, she immediately began to climb them, elated to finally participate in her second favorite activity (topped only by removing all of the toilet paper from a roll).

She applauded her accomplishment and then laughed at all of us tiny people on the ground below her.

Ok, so she was happy to be at eye level, but still… You would have thought she was a Queen surveying her domain.

She cackled at her Mimi, who was separated by the plastic “glass”.  She made squished faces at us, glorying in her exalted status.

And like any queen, she needed a prince.  One older and wiser, because walking was a requirement.

After strutting her stuff in the Queen’s castle (aka the mini clubhouse) she finally saw a prospect. He also displayed the proper amount of adoration that she deserved as the reigning Birthday Queen.

Queen Kyra and her Prince.

Birthday Queen Diva finds her 15 month old Prince.

Just look at that grin.

It was just too adorable for words.

So naturally, Lil Diva had to to show off “the goods” by pulling a classic Pull Up My Dress In Public Even Though I Rarely Do It At Home.

The whirlwind courtship came to an abrupt halt when our pizza was delivered.

Lil Diva received her first taste of pizza. She enjoyed the first few bites, then preferred the cantaloupe that accompanied CG’s sandwich.

Go figure.

After inhaling all of our food and watching cartoons on the screens (when did that start?), the kids were ready to hit the play area again.

The Tackler demonstrated a biologically inherited talent for air hockey.

We were so proud. 🙂

Lil Diva gave the mini-merry-go-round a try.

I’m still not sure if she loved it, was confused, or was simply hanging on for dear life.

Her brother demonstrated a skill that will come in handy if aliens, crocodiles, or ghosts take over the world. In a way that The Last Starfighter was a test for a pilot, Bed Monsters tested him for this very skill.

Both CG and Lil Diva are so proud of yet another new ability we learned The Tackler had.

He just could not get enough of squirting those aliens into submission.  He played that game at least 10 times. Probably more.

Once set on the ground again, Lil Diva booked back to the steps and her castle.

Her Prince saw that she was back in her castle and came running (this according to his parents, who said he spotted her from across the room, pointed, and well, came running). So she turned up the drool and charm a few notches.

Her brother finally tired of slaying aliens and moved on to learning to drive, with CG’s help.

By now it was too late to indulge in birthday cake (side note: I was very upset to learn they no longer made the delicious ice cream cakes from my younger years, which ironically was what I was craving when I first suggested going there).  So we compromised and bought an ice cream sandwich and shared it.

At first the birthday girl had the sourest face. Then she licked and smacked her lips and promptly demanded more.

We got home too late (luckily both kids had napped long and late as well). We had eaten junk.

But we had a blast as family and showed Mimi that we really knew how to party.

We have some great video of it too, thanks to Mimi’s new iPhone. Our videographer skills leave something to be desired on it as we weren’t used to it and The Cough makes for some jerky video. I’m hoping to get some of it uploaded eventually.

Eventually. YouTube is estimating about 40 minutes for a minute and half video…..

Yeah… It could be a while.

You’ll just have to take my word and the photographic evidence that being Cheesed by Chuck E. was a roaring success.

Even without ice cream cake.

About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos ( sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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2 Responses to Cheesed by Chuck E.

  1. maijasmommymoments says:

    The part about the stairs cracks me up. What more could a one-year-old birthday girl want? My little Sweet Pea (14 months) would have been in heaven!

    • Kelly K says:

      I was initially worried she might be bored there, because she was a little young for most of it. Luckily, like you said, it doesn’t matter as long as there is one thing that they love. I never thought that those tiny little steps would be The Thing. That proud grin of “I owned those stairs” made the entire excursion worthwhile.

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