Nope. Today did not start out on the right foot. Literally.
My morning wake-up call consisted of hair being pulled and someone getting a cowboy boot in the face.
[Isn't life with little girls magical?]
Yep, just when Mama had drifted back to sleep after the baby's early morning feeding, fighting broke that beautiful, quiet morning and the day began spiraling face-first into discipline & doom. Super.
It took me a while to [sort of] get my head on. But eventually I discovered that prayer and fresh air do wonders for the grumpies! After a [very] quick prayer for help, I shoved the girls out into the yard and was struck with a completely original idea: hopscotch!
[Who remembers that?? Ha! I'm a genius.]
In desperation, I whipped out our misshapen chalk and drew out those little squares.
[Blue, of course...the girls are obsessed with all things blue.] Watching a 5 and 3 year old hop across the sidewalk is hysterical! They thought it was brilliant. [Yes, children, I am the Mama - master of chalk magic!] Neither one of them could really hop on one foot, so they ended up sort of galloping all over the sidewalk. But hey - they were entertained and not fighting, so I call that success!!
My 3 year old also just started swimming lessons and is having trouble paying attention to her teacher. The Hubs takes her twice a week and is constantly reminding her to listen. Yes, I know she's three and it's expected, but I feel bad for the poor teacher who wrangles these crazy squirrels.
So in [yep] desperation to help her focus [and keep daddy from losing his mind], I was somehow struck with the idea of Simon says. You know how it goes: "Simon says, clap your hands!" And somehow that magically gets them to obey. Anything crazy and loud makes the big girls light up, so the game we played went something like this:
Mama: Simon says, sit on your booty!
C & C: *booties plop onto the floor and a million giggles erupt*
Mama: Simon says, kick your feet in the air!
C & C: *feet kicking and pure laughter*
Success.
Maybe I should try more playing and being silly on those hard days...
My morning wake-up call consisted of hair being pulled and someone getting a cowboy boot in the face.
[Isn't life with little girls magical?]
Yep, just when Mama had drifted back to sleep after the baby's early morning feeding, fighting broke that beautiful, quiet morning and the day began spiraling face-first into discipline & doom. Super.
It took me a while to [sort of] get my head on. But eventually I discovered that prayer and fresh air do wonders for the grumpies! After a [very] quick prayer for help, I shoved the girls out into the yard and was struck with a completely original idea: hopscotch!
[Who remembers that?? Ha! I'm a genius.]
In desperation, I whipped out our misshapen chalk and drew out those little squares.
[Blue, of course...the girls are obsessed with all things blue.] Watching a 5 and 3 year old hop across the sidewalk is hysterical! They thought it was brilliant. [Yes, children, I am the Mama - master of chalk magic!] Neither one of them could really hop on one foot, so they ended up sort of galloping all over the sidewalk. But hey - they were entertained and not fighting, so I call that success!!
My 3 year old also just started swimming lessons and is having trouble paying attention to her teacher. The Hubs takes her twice a week and is constantly reminding her to listen. Yes, I know she's three and it's expected, but I feel bad for the poor teacher who wrangles these crazy squirrels.
So in [yep] desperation to help her focus [and keep daddy from losing his mind], I was somehow struck with the idea of Simon says. You know how it goes: "Simon says, clap your hands!" And somehow that magically gets them to obey. Anything crazy and loud makes the big girls light up, so the game we played went something like this:
Mama: Simon says, sit on your booty!
C & C: *booties plop onto the floor and a million giggles erupt*
Mama: Simon says, kick your feet in the air!
C & C: *feet kicking and pure laughter*
Success.
Maybe I should try more playing and being silly on those hard days...
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