This week's Works for Me Wednesday is the Great Parenting Advice Edition! I'm hoping to pick up some much-needed pointers and helpful hints from all of the wise mommies out in Bloggityville!
My contribution to this group parenting manual is our method of time-outs. And to give credit where it's due, we copied this idea from some good friends and mentors of ours (we actually used her name for Baby R's middle name).
When we need to send our kids for a timeout for whatever reason, we ask them to 'fold their hands.' If we're at home, it is usually 'go to your room and fold your hands' or 'sit on the chair and fold your hands.'
The beauty behind this is that it can work anywhere - I remember arriving at church on Sundays and coming into the pew where these friends were sitting and seeing one or more of their kids with their hands folded...and we'd know they were being disciplined. We've used this at other people's homes, at soccer practices, and even when we're out for a walk as a family and we feel immediate consequences are needed for (usually) an attitude problem. Little G can keep walking with us with his hands folded, but he knows he is being disciplined.
This has enabled us many times to be consistent in our discipline wherever we are - and we all know consistency is the most important thing when dealing with our little ones! It works for us!
For many parents it seems that the mere thought of the kids being home, all day, every day, is almost enough to ruin the summer for them. In the days leading up to that fateful last day of school, mom's coffee groups everywhere are filled with moans and commiserating about how they will survive two months being with their children 24 hours a day.
Not so for my mom. She, too, counted down the days until summer, but with excitement rather than dread. She could hardly wait to spend time with me and my sister, and she made sure we knew it. Instead of trying to schedule summer camps and activities in order to get time away from her children, she filled the calendar with fun things for us to do together.
When September arrived and we prepared to head back to school for another year, I can remember mom nearly in tears because she was going to miss us so much.
I do believe that nearly all mothers love their children. But my mother genuinely liked us and liked to spend time with us. That made such an impression on me; made me feel important and valued, even at a young age.
** This post submitted to the July Group Writing Project at MamaBlogga **
The lucky winner is Leia from Who Said Anything About Common Sense?! Congratulations, Leia - I've emailed you through your profile as well!!! And thank you to everyone who played along this week, I know I sure had a blast!
It sounds like Shannon's going to be doing this again in the fall, so start thinking about what you'd like to giveaway next time!
Stay tuned for further updates from the hair patrol.
Labels: Baby R
My giveaway will likely mostly interest those of you with small children, or who know someone with small children. Which is probably most of you. Anyway. I will be drawing this Friday, July 27, for a size 2 Hotslings reversible pouch in the Eren cotton sateen stretch fabric. This sling has been washed once and tried on a couple of times, but is in excellent condition. These slings are a lifesaver for anyone with babies or toddlers - I have one that I have been using lots for both A and Baby R (the one I'm giving away is the wrong size for me, unfortunately). This sling would retail for $56.
Good luck and I hope to be visiting all the other Bloggy Giveaway sites this week - see you there!
***Edited to fix the time of the draw...should be 10AM Friday, not 10PM***
The small print: Draw will be made at 10*A*m MST on Friday, July 27 from all comments made on this post - you don't have to have a blog to win. I will pay shipping anywhere in Canada or the U.S. Please leave contact information (either your email or blog address) so I can contact you if you are the lucky winner. If I don't hear from the winner within 10 days with their mailing info I will draw another winner.
**COMMENTS ARE NOW CLOSED...WATCH FOR THE WINNER ANNOUNCEMENT COMING SOON!***
Does anyone else find it, um, ironic that at an outdoor festival this weekend there was a representative from Fabutan passing out sunscreen? And giving little public service announcements on the radio about protecting yourself from the sun?
Isn't this the same company that exists solely to get people to lie down in coffin-like compartments and intentionally expose themselves to UV radiation??!?
Just seemed strange to me, that's all. ;)
My childhood home is still my parent's home - they bought it shortly before they were married, and live there still, some 30 years later. Until I went to college and got married, I had slept in the same room my entire life.
I remember playing in the front yard under the branches of the birch trees in the winter time, trying to make toast by holding bread over the steam from a thermos full of boiling water. Obviously my mom knew it wouldn't work, but she filled up the thermos all the same.
I remember swinging on the swingset in our tiny backyard (which I never realized was small until I was much older), the posts coming up out of the ground a bit every time I swung upwards.
I remember planting the vegetable garden every spring with my dad, carefully making the hills to plant the seeds in, each year the exact same order of which seeds went in which hill.
I remember letting my room get really messy and then doing a giant cleaning day all at once, taking everything off my bookshelf and then reorganizing...usually getting distracted several times reading a book I hadn't seen for a while.
I remember waking at night to hear my parents yelling again, and promising myself I wouldn't be like that when I grew up.
I remember riding tricycles around with my best friend in the basement before it was developed. (But strangely, I remember nothing about the process of finishing the basement - it was unfinished one day and finished the next, in my memory.)
I remember not being allowed to eat or drink in the living room because we might spill and get the carpet dirty. Except on Christmas Eve, when mom put out a giant spread of appetizer foods, just for our little family, and we sat in the living room with a roaring fire, and ate all evening.
I remember eating rice pudding or scrambled eggs and peas with my mom and sister on nights dad was working late. I remember mom getting so frustrated trying to make pie dough that we were forbidden from coming near the kitchen, and just listened to her getting angry at her inability to make it work. And I remember learning to bake in that little kitchen, often making a new kind of cookies or squares for my family.
I remember writing my parents a note (complete with 'circle yes or no') asking if I would be allowed to ride my bike to school. (Clearly my aversion to any kind of confrontation goes waaay back...)
I remember much about my childhood home, and I am thankful for the stability that still being able to visit it has given me. When the day eventually comes that my parents sell the house, there will definitely be some tears shed by this child.
Thanks, Mary, for hosting this!
Okay, love him or loathe him, you’d have to live under a rock not to know that J.K. Rowling’s final Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, comes out on Saturday… Are you going to read it? Somehow I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I haven't read any of the Harry Potter books. Seriously. None. I think I've only seen part of one of the movies. I know, hopelessly out of touch with popular culture. Two reasons I haven't read any of them: #1, I am not a fantasy fan at all, I just find I can't get interested in things that aren't, well, human; and #2, I haven't yet formed an educated opinion on the whole mystical aspect of the books and what that means for me as a Christian.
If so, right away? Or just, you know, eventually, when you get around to it? Are you attending any of the midnight parties? Well, I don't think I'll be reading it, so definitely no on the midnight party thing. :)
If you’re not going to read it, why not? Oops, I got ahead of myself. See above.
And, for the record… what do you think? Will Harry survive the series? What are you most looking forward to? There was an article in Macleans news magazine recently discussing what would happen to Harry, so I do at least feel sort of informed on the issue...and I can't decide! I'm kind of leaning towards him surviving, but some of the author's comments seem to imply he won't...
Those who live further south will probably laugh when you hear how (not really) hot it is here, but remember that we're not used to this - I think we're setting record highs this week. And we have no air conditioning. To keep cool, we rely on covering up all the windows until you can hardly tell from the inside if it's day or night, and planting ourselves in front of electric fans which at least blow some of the sweat off of you. Then at night (which isn't that long, considering it's not dark until 11:30pm and it's light before 5am) we throw open all the windows, relocate the fans to in front of the windows to draw the cool(er) air in, and try to get some sleep before the next sweaty day begins.
It's 88 right now, with highs of 89-91 forecasted for the rest of the week. I know, not really that hot compared to some places, but more than enough for me! I almost found myself wishing for winter (sacrilege!) when I keep sneaking down the hall to the thermostat to notch it up another degree without Big G noticing. :) Almost.
I'm now A's favorite person since I'm able to pick her up again. :) She's been very much a daddy's girl since R was born, and they had some really neat bonding time, but the last couple of days she's been all about MOMMY! I guess she's just making up for lost time!
There's so many things I want to get done around the house, I'm flitting from one task to the next and still not getting anything accomplished! I need to sit down and figure out what is most important to me and then just concentrate on that one thing...not my style, but we'll try!