So we're working on a new system for helping the boys understand expectations: pick up the toys, don't kill each other, that sort of thing. So we took them to Friendly's, sat down with french fries and paper, and hashed out what we think is fair and helpful. We wanted no more than ten rules, and if they get through the day obeying those rules, they get a check or a sticker or something. And in the end, if they earn enough checks or stickers or something, they get a Prize Box. Woo-hoo!
Here is what we've come up with:
Make the bed every morning.
Except for apples and water, ask for food or snacks.
Don't do anything that makes anyone else scream or say "ouch".
The bathroom floor must be clear and dry after any bath.
Keep hands and feet to yourself.
Speak respectfully to everyone, using only respectful words.
Do what is asked, right away, and with a smile.
Treat others as you wish to be treated.
All toys must be taken upstairs and put away at bedtime.
This is kind of a first draft, but not bad for being discussed over ice cream.
The lady at the next table actually stood up as they were leaving and kindly expressed approval of our boys, of our parenting, and how we were discussing the matter. How's that for awesome?
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
For our first serious venture into gardening, we decided on lettuce, turnips, and radishes. The lettuce is ready, and the radishes are ready. They are the most beautiful radishes I have seen ever, and big ones, too. I'm impressed. That's what happens when you fill your old sandbox with miraclegro potting soil and plant radish seeds in it, I guess. We have a serious bumper crop of big, beautiful, red radishes.
Unfortunately, the boys have decided they don't like radishes. (The lettuce is still loved by Andy, but if you want some, come help yourself.) So... what does one do with a bumper crop of radishes? I am seriously considering learning to carve those cute little flower garnisher thingees. I have plenty to practice on.