Yesterday, while driving back from a weekend visit with the in-laws, the boy (6) convinced his little sister (4) to play rock, paper, scissors with him. He has a hard time getting his sister to play games with him because she’s not all that keen on having her big brother tell her what to do or losing to him all the time.
Boy: Do you want to play rock, paper, scissors with me?
Girl: Crazy coconuts!
Boy: Let’s play rock, paper, scissors.
Boy: This is the rock, this is the paper, and this is the scissors. I’ll be rock.
Girl: (More giggling)
Boy: You be scissors, okay? Go like this!
Girl: Like this?
Boy: I win! Now I’ll be paper and you be the rock.
Boy: I win! Do you want to play some more?
The grownups in the front of the van were highly amused. Needless to say, the game didn’t last very long. Can’t say I blame the little girl, even she could tell that the game was rigged.
In our house, we have this fabulous little disciplinary tool we like to call the “whining medicine.” We’ve also expanded its uses to cover “not listening” and “crying.” It works on our kids like a charm. Intrigued? You should be.
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The other day one of the kids introduced the word “stupid” into our house during an argument with the sibling. In an attempt to cut this off at the pass, my dear husband replied, “Please don’t say stupid or we’ll have to give you the stupid medicine.”
One month, one week, and one day ago we moved into our current home. We had been here about a week and a half when my parents came out for a 10-day visit. They wanted to help. They did help. Dad helped with the back deck. Mom helped with the laundry that had piled up during the nearly 2 weeks it took us to decide upon, purchase, and get delivery of our new washer and dryer. They both helped with the kids.
It was a great visit, but it’s impossible to “settle in” when you have houseguests.
We have now had a few weeks with the house to ourselves. We’ve unpacked almost all of our boxes. We’ve gotten rid of the furniture that doesn’t fit in the new space and purchased ‘new’ furniture that does fit (nobody mentions that part in discussing the cost of moving). Most importantly, the hot tub is up and running. It feels like we’re nearly settled in. It feels pretty good.
Of course, once the ‘settling in’ has settled in, the discovery of the household quirks and flaws sets in. We’ve discovered that we can’t use the toaster oven and the microwave at the same time, nor can we use the kettle and the dishwasher at the same time. (I refuse to reorganize the carefully organized kitchen into a less convenient layout because of some stupid electrician!) We also can’t run the dryer with the basement window open or all of that hot air will blow right back into the house.
But it’s our home and we are here to stay because I sure as hell ain’t moving again any time soon!