Oh dear. It seems a couple in Canada have decided to raise a genderless child.
What does this say?
"we dont want to limit him/her with what he/she wants to be. If he/she wants to do things that are not normal for his/her gender, let him/her!"
Okay. Good job parents. You win the "craziest way to screw up your kid" medal. With good intentions.
But what are you really teaching it?
You are missing an opportunity to teach a child about overcoming boundries as you teach it to ignore them. Good job. As we all know, if you ignore your problems, they go away.
You are missing an opportunity to raise a child to accept and love himself as he is, and teaching him to hide what is true depending on how he feels at the moment. Yup. Those crazy teenage years are going to go even smoother when you dont even know if its okay to accept yourself because your parent have been hiding your gender your whole life.
You are creating expectations in a child while you claim to be avoiding them. "Son, Be what you want to be"! "I want to be a boy." "But you dont have to, we hid your gender so you could be a girl!" "But I want to be a boy." "Then your mother and I did all this for NOTHING?!?"
It seems to me that you are trying to make a child be free and make personal choices that reflect who they are inside, but as a HUMAN there are certian things that you must submit to.
Gravity works on earth, no matter how free your spirit is.
A child needs boundries to become a decent member of society. Learning to cope with, to grow with and yes, to overcome boundries is a very essential part of childhood. Raise a child to accept their sex, and to OVERCOME any stigma that is attached to it. The damage that is caused by raising a "genderless" child overshadows any good that may come from allowing the child to make his or her choices.
All I can say is, if she wants to write her name in the snow, she better have some mad hula-hoop skills. ;)
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Happy Mothers Day.
A friend of mine once said that I was a single mom of four.
If anyone has met my husband, Im sure you can understand why.
I married a middle aged eight-year-old. When he is let off his leash, he runs amok with other kids, swinging them around in circles, upside down til their shoes fly off, runs through mud and into the house without taking his shoes off, and he always plays the radio WAY too loud.
My dear husband has absolutely no self control. If you leave him in a room with a cookie, that cookie is not safe. You can tell him that the cookie belongs to someone else, (his wife, the baby, his co-workers, the Queen of England) but by all that is Holy that cookie will be gone when you come back. In fact, his co-workers know this, and are not suprised to come into the office and find thier sandwich half eaten, albeit wrapped back up in its original wrapper as if nothing had happened. The clients that bring Christmas Trail Mix to the store learned long ago to bring Jason his OWN share, to prevent fistfights and stomach aches (Yes, he WILL eat it all on the first day just to make sure that he gets the largest share.)
He is truly my biggest kid. And while he spoils the crap out of me, sometimes I just want to tell him hes grounded. Really. No TV or Internet.
He buys stuff off e-bay and KSL that he shouldnt. (hey honey, I just bought us a new Solar Powered Flashlight!!! Its sooooo cool, check it out!) Or worse was the time I came home for the 5th time that week to a package from e-bay. Junk. 5 times in a week.
Thats right, I called it JUNK.
Yet I think I was as mad as I've ever been when I saw the road kill...
I came home from work one night around 9:30 at night. It was supposed to be the one night of the week that he handles dinner and putting the kids to bed (no later than 8) on his own, but no. What was he doing?
SKINNING A DEER IN THE FRONT YARD.
Not the homecoming I envisioned after a long day.
Not just any deer either. Road kill. In the front of our very small, very urban yard.
Apparently, if you put your name on the "Road Kill" list for the Fish and Game officers, you can get "free" deer.
Not only was he skinning, gutting, and otherwise befouling our yard with nasty juice, my son was helping him, and was up to his knees and elbows in blood. When I went inside, my then 4 year old daughter was running around in her underwear because she couldn't find pajamas, and couldn't go out to Daddy for help because she was in her underwear and he was all... bloody.
And do you think she had eaten dinner?
So I dress her, give her a bowl of cereal, and then I step outside with a full head of steam ready to yell at Jason, but Im stunned silent by the sight that greets me...
All I see is Bambi hanging from the basket ball hoop.
This is the part where I calmly shut the door, and lock it. And I didnt answer it when Jason knocked.
In the end, he makes me laugh, he spoils me rotten, and hes the one I always have fun with. My best friend.
For all the Mothers out there who are married to a big kid like I am, I hope you are blessed with one that is as fun as mine.
And I hope you have more patience than me.
If anyone has met my husband, Im sure you can understand why.
I married a middle aged eight-year-old. When he is let off his leash, he runs amok with other kids, swinging them around in circles, upside down til their shoes fly off, runs through mud and into the house without taking his shoes off, and he always plays the radio WAY too loud.
My dear husband has absolutely no self control. If you leave him in a room with a cookie, that cookie is not safe. You can tell him that the cookie belongs to someone else, (his wife, the baby, his co-workers, the Queen of England) but by all that is Holy that cookie will be gone when you come back. In fact, his co-workers know this, and are not suprised to come into the office and find thier sandwich half eaten, albeit wrapped back up in its original wrapper as if nothing had happened. The clients that bring Christmas Trail Mix to the store learned long ago to bring Jason his OWN share, to prevent fistfights and stomach aches (Yes, he WILL eat it all on the first day just to make sure that he gets the largest share.)
He is truly my biggest kid. And while he spoils the crap out of me, sometimes I just want to tell him hes grounded. Really. No TV or Internet.
He buys stuff off e-bay and KSL that he shouldnt. (hey honey, I just bought us a new Solar Powered Flashlight!!! Its sooooo cool, check it out!) Or worse was the time I came home for the 5th time that week to a package from e-bay. Junk. 5 times in a week.
Thats right, I called it JUNK.
Yet I think I was as mad as I've ever been when I saw the road kill...
I came home from work one night around 9:30 at night. It was supposed to be the one night of the week that he handles dinner and putting the kids to bed (no later than 8) on his own, but no. What was he doing?
SKINNING A DEER IN THE FRONT YARD.
Not the homecoming I envisioned after a long day.
Not just any deer either. Road kill. In the front of our very small, very urban yard.
Apparently, if you put your name on the "Road Kill" list for the Fish and Game officers, you can get "free" deer.
Not only was he skinning, gutting, and otherwise befouling our yard with nasty juice, my son was helping him, and was up to his knees and elbows in blood. When I went inside, my then 4 year old daughter was running around in her underwear because she couldn't find pajamas, and couldn't go out to Daddy for help because she was in her underwear and he was all... bloody.
And do you think she had eaten dinner?
So I dress her, give her a bowl of cereal, and then I step outside with a full head of steam ready to yell at Jason, but Im stunned silent by the sight that greets me...
All I see is Bambi hanging from the basket ball hoop.
This is the part where I calmly shut the door, and lock it. And I didnt answer it when Jason knocked.
In the end, he makes me laugh, he spoils me rotten, and hes the one I always have fun with. My best friend.
For all the Mothers out there who are married to a big kid like I am, I hope you are blessed with one that is as fun as mine.
And I hope you have more patience than me.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Chapstick, Beware.
It has recently come to my attention that no chapstick is safe in my house. The life span of chapstick is about 2.4 days. All my kids, especially in the winter months, suffer from very chapped lips, and a stick of chapstick is better than a brick of butter to rub on the lips. (Yes, I have to tell my kids this.) So I regularly buy chapstick by the gross and ration them out a few days at a time. However, they go into the kids pockets, and inevetably, they toss their jeans into the wash and the chapstick gets extra clean. If mommy is doing the laundry, I will check most of thier pockets, but my 6 year old has a million pairs of pants a week. She changes every two hours, and deems every pair that she buttons on as "dirty" when she takes them off, no matter how long she wore them. So, I miss the only pocket where the chapstick is hiding from me.
Silly chapstick.
If I find the chapstick after the wash, all is well. The stick is good, albeit a little wet, but no harm no foul.
Its the Dryer that will DESTROY you, Chappie.
After a cycle in the dryer, the chapstick is no more. No residue, no remaines. Just a hollow tube of empty memories. Ocasionally you can see the oils stained all over the shirts in the laundry, but this only happens when one of my shirts is in there. And nothing will get that stain out, believe me.
The number of empty tubes I have pulled out of the dryer... Im starting a collection. Maybe I can sell them on E-Bay: "500 Empty Chapstick tubes - Empty yet only slightly used - a rare mystery!"
Not a large market for it, Im sure.
Well, Chapstick is not the only thing that risks its life when it enters my house. Crayons are at risk of being stripped naked by my two year old. (Why? I have no idea, but I think she has an obsession with nakedness. At least, that is the impression I got when she shook her booty at me and said "Naked Ashley, naked Ashley" over and over as we got her ready for a bath.) Those poor nude crayons are then lined up standing like dominoes by said nudist and one is dubbed the "Mommy" crayon, one the "Daddy" theres usually a baby crayon and granparent crayons, and the rest just get to play along. I feel bad for them. Stripped of their wrappings and used in an unusual manner. Sad.
Also, any tiara that can be found is broken, and mostly because my two year old and my six year old literally fight over them and pull them from each other until they break. Princesses, indeed. More like royal pains.
I often have to rescue markers, tape, and power tools from the clutches of my thirteen year old who lives by the principle "Ask forgiveness, not permission." There has been more than one occasion I have ran from the house yelling, allerted by the noise of a lawn mower or other equipment, only to find my son at the controls with some evil gleam in his eye... why are you chasing the chat with the lawnmower? oh, I see, youre just mowing the driveway, okay...
And then theres Mommys stuff. With all the scattered litter of toys, stuffed animals, playclothes, and books that my kids have, NOTHING is as fascinating as mommys toys. And when I say "toys," I mean "Thats not a toy!"
Mommys Cell phone is a favorite. At the age of 5 months my youngest tried to place a call to Spain. And now that I have an I phone, it just may be considered a toy to them, but still. This one is Mommys toy.
Mommys treadmill is another favorite. "Can I run on it, mommy?" why dont you just run outside? Oh, its not as fun. Yes, running in the basement near the Cat Litter box is super fun. Staring at the wall. Fighting the inquisitive toddler off by performing gentle yet highly effective Kempo kicks. You want to burn some calories? Go clean your toys up as fast as you can. (they never fall for that one.)
Oh, that brings us to mommys Timer. Nothing fancy, just a timer, but OMG, is this the coolest thing ever. EVERY little thing that my Ashley wants to do is just "5 more minutes mommy. Get my timer?" I wanna play more, I wanna read more, I wanna poop more. (yes, I have actually heard that last one. MANY times.) **Sigh**
And the car keys, I mean, come ON! These things ROCK! You hold that red button down, and not only does the car play a funny song, but you are GUARANTEED to get immediate attention. Who wouldnt love that!
There comes a day when you have to say "you know, I just gonna let that one go." I'll just buy more Chapstick, strip the crayons once and you wont have to do it later, Im pretty sure the Easter Bunny willl bing you a new Tiara, the Lawn Mower is out of gas (someone drained it...) and hey, that window you broke playing lacrosse? its only the second one. so, we're good! Home owners insurance time!
One day they will grow up, they will keep track of thier chapstick, they will toss out the tiaras, and they will beg me for an Iphone. Until that day comes, Chapstick beware.
Silly chapstick.
If I find the chapstick after the wash, all is well. The stick is good, albeit a little wet, but no harm no foul.
Its the Dryer that will DESTROY you, Chappie.
After a cycle in the dryer, the chapstick is no more. No residue, no remaines. Just a hollow tube of empty memories. Ocasionally you can see the oils stained all over the shirts in the laundry, but this only happens when one of my shirts is in there. And nothing will get that stain out, believe me.
The number of empty tubes I have pulled out of the dryer... Im starting a collection. Maybe I can sell them on E-Bay: "500 Empty Chapstick tubes - Empty yet only slightly used - a rare mystery!"
Not a large market for it, Im sure.
Well, Chapstick is not the only thing that risks its life when it enters my house. Crayons are at risk of being stripped naked by my two year old. (Why? I have no idea, but I think she has an obsession with nakedness. At least, that is the impression I got when she shook her booty at me and said "Naked Ashley, naked Ashley" over and over as we got her ready for a bath.) Those poor nude crayons are then lined up standing like dominoes by said nudist and one is dubbed the "Mommy" crayon, one the "Daddy" theres usually a baby crayon and granparent crayons, and the rest just get to play along. I feel bad for them. Stripped of their wrappings and used in an unusual manner. Sad.
Also, any tiara that can be found is broken, and mostly because my two year old and my six year old literally fight over them and pull them from each other until they break. Princesses, indeed. More like royal pains.
I often have to rescue markers, tape, and power tools from the clutches of my thirteen year old who lives by the principle "Ask forgiveness, not permission." There has been more than one occasion I have ran from the house yelling, allerted by the noise of a lawn mower or other equipment, only to find my son at the controls with some evil gleam in his eye... why are you chasing the chat with the lawnmower? oh, I see, youre just mowing the driveway, okay...
And then theres Mommys stuff. With all the scattered litter of toys, stuffed animals, playclothes, and books that my kids have, NOTHING is as fascinating as mommys toys. And when I say "toys," I mean "Thats not a toy!"
Mommys Cell phone is a favorite. At the age of 5 months my youngest tried to place a call to Spain. And now that I have an I phone, it just may be considered a toy to them, but still. This one is Mommys toy.
Mommys treadmill is another favorite. "Can I run on it, mommy?" why dont you just run outside? Oh, its not as fun. Yes, running in the basement near the Cat Litter box is super fun. Staring at the wall. Fighting the inquisitive toddler off by performing gentle yet highly effective Kempo kicks. You want to burn some calories? Go clean your toys up as fast as you can. (they never fall for that one.)
Oh, that brings us to mommys Timer. Nothing fancy, just a timer, but OMG, is this the coolest thing ever. EVERY little thing that my Ashley wants to do is just "5 more minutes mommy. Get my timer?" I wanna play more, I wanna read more, I wanna poop more. (yes, I have actually heard that last one. MANY times.) **Sigh**
And the car keys, I mean, come ON! These things ROCK! You hold that red button down, and not only does the car play a funny song, but you are GUARANTEED to get immediate attention. Who wouldnt love that!
There comes a day when you have to say "you know, I just gonna let that one go." I'll just buy more Chapstick, strip the crayons once and you wont have to do it later, Im pretty sure the Easter Bunny willl bing you a new Tiara, the Lawn Mower is out of gas (someone drained it...) and hey, that window you broke playing lacrosse? its only the second one. so, we're good! Home owners insurance time!
One day they will grow up, they will keep track of thier chapstick, they will toss out the tiaras, and they will beg me for an Iphone. Until that day comes, Chapstick beware.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Lessons from legos
A totally awesome biblical lesson involving Legos and Star Wars.
It doesnt get much better than this. ;)
It doesnt get much better than this. ;)
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Clean Up and Recovery.
Boy, I'd like a "clean up and recovery" crew at my house. I'd love to hit some point in the day and blow a whistle, push a button, something, and have some little people come out and sweep up the kitchen, wipe everything down, put away all the toys and turn off everything my kids have left on.
I came into the kitchen sunday evening, and there were plates of mac and cheese, hot chocolate, and corn dogs all over the kitchen table. From Lunch. Typical "daddy style" lunch, and it was left all over the kitchen. Yes. I'd like that button.
An evening at my house is the same as every other house with kids. Screaming for no reason, fighting over the toy they havent played with since it came out of the box, drama over the blue polka-dotted sock thats gone missing, and at least one living body is going to fall down the stairs. Mommy is begging the older ones to get their homework done...and done well, please. After dinner is on the table ("I asked you three times to set the table!!") then its time to eat. At least, every one else eats. Mommy helps Ashley eat, because she likes to launch her food, play with it, and meow rather than eat. Yes, Meow. (Just go with it.)
Meanwhile, Natalie is singing. After dinner, we clean up while Natalie eats. (Because she was singing when everyone else was eating.) Then its SOMEONE clean up the kitchen, SOMEONE load the dishwasher, SOMEONE put away the left overs, and then SOMEONE pick up all the toys. Again. (I hate being "someone.")
Now, we have to catch the two year old. (You cannot believe how fast she is.) Jammies. Brush teeth. t]Throw her in bed. Catch her again. Put her back in bed. Give her a drink of water. Kisses. Bear hugs. (Its always "bear" hugs.) Shut the door. Then she reads books by night light for a few hours.
Natalie tucks herself in, but always comes up half hour later with some dramatic excuse. "I cant sleep, I want to buy a book, I want to go to the Sience Fair..." Lord have mercy, there will come a day I will kill that child. She is my Drama Queen, and she is the worst one at leaving her stuff all over the house. Socks, shoes, homework, jackets. Clutter maker 2.0
I want that button. It would be great. Maybe they could come out with a song and dance routine like in the movies... entertaining the kids, smile on mommys face, fresh flowers, birds and butterflies fluttering around...
Oooh, dreams can be dangerous...
I came into the kitchen sunday evening, and there were plates of mac and cheese, hot chocolate, and corn dogs all over the kitchen table. From Lunch. Typical "daddy style" lunch, and it was left all over the kitchen. Yes. I'd like that button.
An evening at my house is the same as every other house with kids. Screaming for no reason, fighting over the toy they havent played with since it came out of the box, drama over the blue polka-dotted sock thats gone missing, and at least one living body is going to fall down the stairs. Mommy is begging the older ones to get their homework done...and done well, please. After dinner is on the table ("I asked you three times to set the table!!") then its time to eat. At least, every one else eats. Mommy helps Ashley eat, because she likes to launch her food, play with it, and meow rather than eat. Yes, Meow. (Just go with it.)
Meanwhile, Natalie is singing. After dinner, we clean up while Natalie eats. (Because she was singing when everyone else was eating.) Then its SOMEONE clean up the kitchen, SOMEONE load the dishwasher, SOMEONE put away the left overs, and then SOMEONE pick up all the toys. Again. (I hate being "someone.")
Now, we have to catch the two year old. (You cannot believe how fast she is.) Jammies. Brush teeth. t]Throw her in bed. Catch her again. Put her back in bed. Give her a drink of water. Kisses. Bear hugs. (Its always "bear" hugs.) Shut the door. Then she reads books by night light for a few hours.
Natalie tucks herself in, but always comes up half hour later with some dramatic excuse. "I cant sleep, I want to buy a book, I want to go to the Sience Fair..." Lord have mercy, there will come a day I will kill that child. She is my Drama Queen, and she is the worst one at leaving her stuff all over the house. Socks, shoes, homework, jackets. Clutter maker 2.0
I want that button. It would be great. Maybe they could come out with a song and dance routine like in the movies... entertaining the kids, smile on mommys face, fresh flowers, birds and butterflies fluttering around...
Oooh, dreams can be dangerous...
Friday, March 25, 2011
2 kids. 4 Drive thrus. 1 Happy meal.
Every friday night my husband and I go out on a date. Or at least, we try to. Its nothing big, and sometimes its something like grabbing a burger on the way to drop off the kids at grandmas.
But hey, at least we are together, right?
A few weeks ago, our friday night was exactly that. I was looking forward to a quiet evening, and didnt think I was going to get much of a weekend because I had to work. We were going to take the kids to grandmas house, 45 minutes away, and I didnt see why I had to endure the late night drive with the kids. We both got home late, we both needed to shower from work, and then the kids had to be packed and fed. I was thinking - "hey, I'll get them ready, send them off, THEN I will shower and go to bed, glorious bed."
But my husband didnt want to play the "long drive with hungry tired kids by myself" game.
Dang.
So I join them Soon the question arose "What are we feeding them?"
Man, I always forget those things need to eat. I'd just as soon toss some feed in the back seat and hope they all get equal share, but I hate to make a mess in my car.
"Hamburgers. They are having hamburgers. Doesn't that sound nice? Everyone wants a hamburger, right?" As an experienced mom, I know you don't give options. You just make the decision for them and then convince them it was thier choice. They will live, and its much easier to stop at one drive thru and place your order when you play this game. Im also grumpy and tired. When mom is grumpy, you really should know better that to argue.
"Mac-e-oni!" Of course. Ashley has to offer an alternative. Suddenly Jason is conviced that we can do this, there is a KFC/Taco Bell and hes pretty sure they have mac and cheese. Im telling him not to play this game. Hes trying to convince the 6 year old that she loves Tacos. I keep telling him, Hamburgers. Dont play this game. Get them all hamburgers. Please for the love of moms everywhere. I should be home in the shower. Or in bed. Not here having this conversation. Jerk.
And so it starts.
Drive thru #1: KFC/Taco Bell. Jason asks if they have Mac and cheese, the entire reason we are here. No. They dont. Oh snap. And out we go.
Down and across the street...
Drive thru #2: McDonalds. Hey, you just spent half an hour convincing a 6 year old that she wants a taco! Screw hamburgers! She wants a taco, dangit! Meanwhile, the two year old is going "Hamburger, hamburger, hamburger, hamburger, hamburger, hamburger..." Gee, I wonder what she wants? So, we order 1 hamburger happy meal. It comes in a red box with a smile on it. (normaly comes in a bag. huh, thats different.) Oh well, the 6 year old said taco, so, back we go, to the drive thru that we just awkwardly abandoned.
Drive thru #3: KFC/Taco Bell. yes, we'll take a...wait, now why is Natalie crying? oh, she doesnt want a taco any more, she wants a box with a smile on it. Now, guess what? She wants a... wait for it.... a HAMBURGER. Thats right. And so KFC/Taco Bell is abandoned again. We wave at the drive thru window this time. Sorry guys.
This is the point my grumpy mood breaks into hysterical laughter.
Back down and across the street...
Drive thru #4: McDonalds. Yes. we want another one. Ignore the laughing woman in the front seat and gimmie another HAMBURGER. In a friggin BOX that SMILES. Its Dang near 9 and night and we still have to deliver the kids and let them eat before we can go to ANOTHER drive thru for ourselves.
Your mental question is noted. Im not going to answer. Thank you and good night.
you see? Mom said WHAT at the outset? Hamburgers. Get them Hamburgers. And yet, we had to do it in such a complicated way...
After finally dropping off the kids at Grandmas and watching them start on the meals that may or may not have been getting cold, we are able to stop at another little grill ourselves and enjoy....
yes. Hamburgers. :)
Any meal where I get to say "I told you so..." I think thats a happy meal myself.
But hey, at least we are together, right?
A few weeks ago, our friday night was exactly that. I was looking forward to a quiet evening, and didnt think I was going to get much of a weekend because I had to work. We were going to take the kids to grandmas house, 45 minutes away, and I didnt see why I had to endure the late night drive with the kids. We both got home late, we both needed to shower from work, and then the kids had to be packed and fed. I was thinking - "hey, I'll get them ready, send them off, THEN I will shower and go to bed, glorious bed."
But my husband didnt want to play the "long drive with hungry tired kids by myself" game.
Dang.
So I join them Soon the question arose "What are we feeding them?"
Man, I always forget those things need to eat. I'd just as soon toss some feed in the back seat and hope they all get equal share, but I hate to make a mess in my car.
"Hamburgers. They are having hamburgers. Doesn't that sound nice? Everyone wants a hamburger, right?" As an experienced mom, I know you don't give options. You just make the decision for them and then convince them it was thier choice. They will live, and its much easier to stop at one drive thru and place your order when you play this game. Im also grumpy and tired. When mom is grumpy, you really should know better that to argue.
"Mac-e-oni!" Of course. Ashley has to offer an alternative. Suddenly Jason is conviced that we can do this, there is a KFC/Taco Bell and hes pretty sure they have mac and cheese. Im telling him not to play this game. Hes trying to convince the 6 year old that she loves Tacos. I keep telling him, Hamburgers. Dont play this game. Get them all hamburgers. Please for the love of moms everywhere. I should be home in the shower. Or in bed. Not here having this conversation. Jerk.
And so it starts.
Drive thru #1: KFC/Taco Bell. Jason asks if they have Mac and cheese, the entire reason we are here. No. They dont. Oh snap. And out we go.
Down and across the street...
Drive thru #2: McDonalds. Hey, you just spent half an hour convincing a 6 year old that she wants a taco! Screw hamburgers! She wants a taco, dangit! Meanwhile, the two year old is going "Hamburger, hamburger, hamburger, hamburger, hamburger, hamburger..." Gee, I wonder what she wants? So, we order 1 hamburger happy meal. It comes in a red box with a smile on it. (normaly comes in a bag. huh, thats different.) Oh well, the 6 year old said taco, so, back we go, to the drive thru that we just awkwardly abandoned.
Drive thru #3: KFC/Taco Bell. yes, we'll take a...wait, now why is Natalie crying? oh, she doesnt want a taco any more, she wants a box with a smile on it. Now, guess what? She wants a... wait for it.... a HAMBURGER. Thats right. And so KFC/Taco Bell is abandoned again. We wave at the drive thru window this time. Sorry guys.
This is the point my grumpy mood breaks into hysterical laughter.
Back down and across the street...
Drive thru #4: McDonalds. Yes. we want another one. Ignore the laughing woman in the front seat and gimmie another HAMBURGER. In a friggin BOX that SMILES. Its Dang near 9 and night and we still have to deliver the kids and let them eat before we can go to ANOTHER drive thru for ourselves.
Your mental question is noted. Im not going to answer. Thank you and good night.
you see? Mom said WHAT at the outset? Hamburgers. Get them Hamburgers. And yet, we had to do it in such a complicated way...
After finally dropping off the kids at Grandmas and watching them start on the meals that may or may not have been getting cold, we are able to stop at another little grill ourselves and enjoy....
yes. Hamburgers. :)
Any meal where I get to say "I told you so..." I think thats a happy meal myself.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
waiting for chocolate
At work we have been talking about the study that measured a childs ability to delay gratification, where a child was presented with a cookie or a marshmallow, and told "If you wait until I come back, you can have two." Most children could not wait, I guess, but those that could were interviewed many years later and turns out they are more successful adults. Although some of the greedy kids are also successful as well.
Of course, I ran home and presented Natalie with a Chocolate.
"Want a Chocolate?" I hold one out to her.
"Sure!" Natalie takes the chocolate from me.
"Okay, well, if you wait until later, I will give you two."
"Okay!" She hands me back the chocolate. Wait, this was too easy! Shes supposed to be tormented by the decision, staring at the chocolates in agony for the rest of the afternoon!
"Ummm, I'm just going to leave the chocolates right here and you can either eat one whenever you want, or you can have two later. okay?"
"yeah, whatever mom."
-Enter Ashley. "ooh, Chocolates! Yum!" Before I can react, She grabs them both up and eats them both.
Oookay, so Its safe to say that I failed performing that study. And Natalie is going to be a successful adult, right? and Ashley is just too young to count, right?
The answer is yes. Good answer.
I'm going to go eat some chocolate now. But I don't eat it for the chocolate. I eat it because I like to read the "Dove Promises."
Really.
I like to read.
Of course, I ran home and presented Natalie with a Chocolate.
"Want a Chocolate?" I hold one out to her.
"Sure!" Natalie takes the chocolate from me.
"Okay, well, if you wait until later, I will give you two."
"Okay!" She hands me back the chocolate. Wait, this was too easy! Shes supposed to be tormented by the decision, staring at the chocolates in agony for the rest of the afternoon!
"Ummm, I'm just going to leave the chocolates right here and you can either eat one whenever you want, or you can have two later. okay?"
"yeah, whatever mom."
-Enter Ashley. "ooh, Chocolates! Yum!" Before I can react, She grabs them both up and eats them both.
Oookay, so Its safe to say that I failed performing that study. And Natalie is going to be a successful adult, right? and Ashley is just too young to count, right?
The answer is yes. Good answer.
I'm going to go eat some chocolate now. But I don't eat it for the chocolate. I eat it because I like to read the "Dove Promises."
Really.
I like to read.
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