These past few days have been better. Rachel finally earned her prize and has been diligently working on earning another one—she came home from school today and started unloading the dishwasher without being asked. Of course, it was Miriam's idea.
This is Miriam getting into the bathroom drawer today. This is not where we keep the silverware. We actually keep toothbrushes in that drawer, but as you can see it takes quite a bit of tip-toeing effort for her to reach inside and grab things. The kitchen drawers are a little higher—she can't get anything out, luckily enough.
Right now this independent girl's favourite sayings are "no" and "I do." Usually she says them close together with lots of squawking and angry head shaking in between.
"No, no, no! *squawk, screech* I do!"
Miriam has milk and cereal for breakfast like a big girl and asks for her bowl to filled up every time Rachel does. This morning, though, I told the girls they only had time for one bowl of cereal so they had to make it count. I was trying to rush the girls so we could get out the door on time.
"Rachel," I nagged, "Hurry up and eat your cereal! We still need to do your hair! Eat, eat, eat!"
"Why is my hair tangled?" she innocently asked.
"Because you were sleeping," I answered.
"And who put me to bed?" she questioned in that tone—you know the one I'm talking about.
Who taught this girl to reason?
And why wasn't I quick enough on my feet to answer, "And who rubbed their head on their pillow enough to make their hair that matted? That never happens to me!"
It seems as if that girl isn't driving me crazy in one way she's doing it in another way. At least there was no weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth this morning.
Miriam loves to help with the silverware but it bothers Rachel to no end that Miriam just tosses it in the drawer helter-skelter, so whenever Miriam is working Rachel has to be right there working along with her, making sure she does it correctly. It's hard enough for Miriam to get the silverware into the drawer at all, let alone correctly.
This is Miriam getting into the bathroom drawer today. This is not where we keep the silverware. We actually keep toothbrushes in that drawer, but as you can see it takes quite a bit of tip-toeing effort for her to reach inside and grab things. The kitchen drawers are a little higher—she can't get anything out, luckily enough.
Right now this independent girl's favourite sayings are "no" and "I do." Usually she says them close together with lots of squawking and angry head shaking in between.
"No, no, no! *squawk, screech* I do!"
Miriam has milk and cereal for breakfast like a big girl and asks for her bowl to filled up every time Rachel does. This morning, though, I told the girls they only had time for one bowl of cereal so they had to make it count. I was trying to rush the girls so we could get out the door on time.
"Rachel," I nagged, "Hurry up and eat your cereal! We still need to do your hair! Eat, eat, eat!"
"Why is my hair tangled?" she innocently asked.
"Because you were sleeping," I answered.
"And who put me to bed?" she questioned in that tone—you know the one I'm talking about.
Who taught this girl to reason?
And why wasn't I quick enough on my feet to answer, "And who rubbed their head on their pillow enough to make their hair that matted? That never happens to me!"
It seems as if that girl isn't driving me crazy in one way she's doing it in another way. At least there was no weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth this morning.
I'm so glad she got a prize! Also, I'm curious what kinds of prizes these are - and how many magnets does it take? And how good does she have to be for a magnet to go up?
ReplyDeleteAlso I was concerned that you kept your bathtub by the silverware drawer - but who am I to judge? Nothing is where it belongs in my home. :D