I've stumbled upon a wonderful way to get my kids to clean a room, and want to share it with you.
1. Get your kids obsessively hooked on the musical Annie.
2. Suggest the game, "Hard Knock Life," where you will be Ms. Hannigan and they "get" to be the orphans.
3. Yell out all the things you want put away: "I better see all these books on the floor stacked in those baskets and every toy put away in the playroom. And I mean, start NOW."
5. Play the song, "Hard Knock Life" on your iPod player and stomp out of the room.
6. Enjoy a cup of coffee in the other room while your kids happily clean up.
7. Sweetly suggest that they can "play again" when the song runs out.
8. Repeat.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Sweetness
On my birthday last week, Turtle leaned in close to my face and murmured, "Happy Birthday Mommy, and all your wishes come true."
This morning she said, "I love you so much that when I see your face my heart fills with joy."
Now that is some special love.
This morning she said, "I love you so much that when I see your face my heart fills with joy."
Now that is some special love.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Breakfast
The other morning at breakfast, Turtle was poking around at her boiled egg when she asked, "Mommy, WHY do we have to eat baby chicks?"
Then before bed that night, Monkey said, "I want to be a vegetarian Mommy."
I'm handling this by ignoring it and hoping it goes away.
Just now, Monkey was working on getting her breakfast and I asked her why she did something. She said, "cause I want to. duuuh" Sounded exactly like a 14 year old.
Then before bed that night, Monkey said, "I want to be a vegetarian Mommy."
I'm handling this by ignoring it and hoping it goes away.
Just now, Monkey was working on getting her breakfast and I asked her why she did something. She said, "cause I want to. duuuh" Sounded exactly like a 14 year old.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monkey
This morning Monkey was defiant as usual, and came up with this: "NO EVERYTHING!" That seems to be her M.O., for sure.
On a more agreeable note, she told me at breakfast that when she grew up she wanted to be the most famous chef in the whole world. That was after she cracked all the eggs for the scrambled eggs, got the scrambling process started, poured the eggs into the pan, and did the initial cooking. She loves to cook with adults and watching Julia Child and Alton Brown cooking shows is one of her favorite things. In the past she's also said she wants to be a ballerina and an illustrator, but she actually shows more interest in cooking than in either of those activities.
This evening at bedtime she asked me a difficult question. "Mommy, why do we celebrate Memorial Day?" I explained about soldiers and remembering them and etc. Then she said, "But we don't like to fight right? So why do we celebrate fighting?" I was stumped. I blamed it all on other countries who started fights and forced us to fight even though we didn't really want to, but I look forward to having a more advanced political discussion with her about this when she's a little older. I'm sure she'll take the opposing position to my political view on foreign policy and war, but as long as she can back up her position with more than "No Everything!" I'll be ok with a little disagreement.
On a more agreeable note, she told me at breakfast that when she grew up she wanted to be the most famous chef in the whole world. That was after she cracked all the eggs for the scrambled eggs, got the scrambling process started, poured the eggs into the pan, and did the initial cooking. She loves to cook with adults and watching Julia Child and Alton Brown cooking shows is one of her favorite things. In the past she's also said she wants to be a ballerina and an illustrator, but she actually shows more interest in cooking than in either of those activities.
This evening at bedtime she asked me a difficult question. "Mommy, why do we celebrate Memorial Day?" I explained about soldiers and remembering them and etc. Then she said, "But we don't like to fight right? So why do we celebrate fighting?" I was stumped. I blamed it all on other countries who started fights and forced us to fight even though we didn't really want to, but I look forward to having a more advanced political discussion with her about this when she's a little older. I'm sure she'll take the opposing position to my political view on foreign policy and war, but as long as she can back up her position with more than "No Everything!" I'll be ok with a little disagreement.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Vegetarians
Yesterday, Turtle announced that she didn't want to eat "real animals" anymore, and that she wanted to be a vegutaran. Twin Daddy told her we'd have to talk with the pediatrician about it, so in the meantime she should just eat the grilled salmon on her plate. I know there are several vegutarans in the girls' classes at school, and the pediatrician told me a couple of years ago that there are billions of vegetarian kids in the world, and one egg a day is plenty of protein for the girls. But, frankly, if I wanted to go through the trouble of planning vegetarian meals, I'd already be one. So hopefully, this will go away until she's about 14 and can cook her own food.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Quote of the day
From Turtle, in the back seat in the car this morning: "Mommy, who will be the last person on Earth?"
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
My boots were laying on the floor of my room, where I'd left them after I took them off today. Monkey was standing on them.
Me: "Monkey, please don't step on my boots."
Monkey: "Ok. Please don't make your room so messy."
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Keyen was absent from school all last week so I never got to see him, and still haven't managed it this week. Apparently, though, he has been too busy this week to play with Turtle. She was a little annoyed about it yesterday but didn't even mention him today, so I guess the relationship has cooled.
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