We have an open door policy at our house. We always welcome company - especially if they are brave enough to take on our crazy active kids and busy schedules. Please, come visit whenever you want. We are more than happy to have you... just be aware that we may be going or coming and the kids may expect you to run 25 laps around the house before you go.
This 'policy' has never been a problem, and, honestly, we like how it works for our family...
However, there may be some in the future who may not enjoy it quite as much.
We have a toilet trained almost four-old, who still needs a little bit of assistance, and the boys are just starting to show interest in the potty. Needless to say, the bathroom is a busy place in our home. Especially if I am home with the kids alone, there is often 1-3 kids in the washroom with me, with at least one sitting on the potty.
This morning, I became vividly aware of the risks that this poses, if we were to have drop in guests or have our mail delivered or have anyone at our front door for that matter.
While in the middle of a morning 'toilet blessing,' which one of the boys had to sit in on and attempt a 'potty blessing', he suddenly felt the need to push open the door and bolt out of the washroom, stark naked and run through the house... Nothing in the potty. It's a little frustrating, but that isn't an issue... Having naked kids running around the house is almost a norm during the summer, so that isn't an issue either.
The issue arises when I am left, sitting on the toilet, with the bathroom door wide open and full view of my front door. FULL VIEW. That is what anyone would get if they had walked up to our door at that moment. Apparently, we are blessed with a wonderful floor plan.... that provides maximum exposure for all.
'Norah, please come shut the door.'
'But mom! I'm watching Larry Boy and petting Mags!'
UGH... This is just wonderful.
Then the inner debate starts... Would it be worse to be caught mid wipe or mid crap?? Does it even matter?? Both would be horrible!!!
So, anyways, business was finished without incident...
This story serves as a warning for anyone who thinks that dropping by is a good idea...
BEWARE.. You never know whose butt you may see.
Monday, 18 August 2014
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
Coin Sense
Our daughter is starting school in the fall.... our daughter, who has been speaking in clear sentences since she was 15 months old and knows her way around the English language quite well, will be entering school this year....
I apologize in advance to her teacher, because it's going to be so much fun having her and her witty comments in the classroom.
My husband and I joke about how we will likely have a note sent home over one thing or another, likely in the first week. It's not that our daughter is a 'bad' child. It's not that she doesn't play well with others. It's not that she isn't social.
It's actually quite the opposite.
Today, at dinner, while the boys were smothering the table, chairs and floor with their dinner, my daughter and I were having a little back and forth about her eating the steak that was on her plate. While putting her plate together, I took a small piece of meat, cut it into 8 pieces. I filled the rest of the plate with macaroni & cheese and a mix of carrots and beans.
Well, I knew that the issue would come up, so I had my options ready. Lately, she hasn't been too keen on eating meat, so I had a few options to offer her if she flat out was not interested in eating her meat, which was the case tonight.
Within about 5 minutes of being at the table, she had eaten all of her macaroni, half of her veggies and no steak. She had eaten a whack of baked beans at lunch time, so I wasn't too concerned about her actually eating the steak... but, she does need to work on her listening and cooperating skills.
"Norah, you need to eat at least four pieces of steak."
"Mom, I really don't think steak is my favourite thing to eat."
"I know that. So that is why I am just having you eat only 4 pieces... You have 8 on your plate. I know you can fit 4 in there."
"Well.... I really don't like the steak. ...... Look, I ate a lot of my vegetables!"
"Ya, you did really well with your vegetables."
"Tell you what. If you eat all of your vegetables, then you don't have to finish your steak."
"All of them?"
"Yep."
"Hmmmmm. Well, I don't like the carrots, so I'm just gonna eat the peas."
"No, you're going to eat all of the carrots, too."
"Well, I don't like the carrots."
"Too bad. Eat your carrots."
"I KNOW!"
<SIGH> "What?"
"I'll just pretend that their chocolate coins! I love chocolate coins!"
"Norah, that is a great idea! Just eat them!"
- Silence for about thirty seconds.....-
She looks at me and puts the most pouty face on that she could muster.....
"Well, I'm not allowed to have chocolate, so I guess I don't have to eat my chocolate coins."
A couple of weeks ago, she was put on the 'NO CANDY' list by the dentist, so we've cut out candy. She's been dealing with this well.... until she can use this for her own preschool agenda....
Well played, Norah, well played....
I apologize in advance to her teacher, because it's going to be so much fun having her and her witty comments in the classroom.
My husband and I joke about how we will likely have a note sent home over one thing or another, likely in the first week. It's not that our daughter is a 'bad' child. It's not that she doesn't play well with others. It's not that she isn't social.
It's actually quite the opposite.
Today, at dinner, while the boys were smothering the table, chairs and floor with their dinner, my daughter and I were having a little back and forth about her eating the steak that was on her plate. While putting her plate together, I took a small piece of meat, cut it into 8 pieces. I filled the rest of the plate with macaroni & cheese and a mix of carrots and beans.
Well, I knew that the issue would come up, so I had my options ready. Lately, she hasn't been too keen on eating meat, so I had a few options to offer her if she flat out was not interested in eating her meat, which was the case tonight.
Within about 5 minutes of being at the table, she had eaten all of her macaroni, half of her veggies and no steak. She had eaten a whack of baked beans at lunch time, so I wasn't too concerned about her actually eating the steak... but, she does need to work on her listening and cooperating skills.
"Norah, you need to eat at least four pieces of steak."
"Mom, I really don't think steak is my favourite thing to eat."
"I know that. So that is why I am just having you eat only 4 pieces... You have 8 on your plate. I know you can fit 4 in there."
"Well.... I really don't like the steak. ...... Look, I ate a lot of my vegetables!"
"Ya, you did really well with your vegetables."
"Tell you what. If you eat all of your vegetables, then you don't have to finish your steak."
"All of them?"
"Yep."
"Hmmmmm. Well, I don't like the carrots, so I'm just gonna eat the peas."
"No, you're going to eat all of the carrots, too."
"Well, I don't like the carrots."
"Too bad. Eat your carrots."
"I KNOW!"
<SIGH> "What?"
"I'll just pretend that their chocolate coins! I love chocolate coins!"
"Norah, that is a great idea! Just eat them!"
- Silence for about thirty seconds.....-
She looks at me and puts the most pouty face on that she could muster.....
"Well, I'm not allowed to have chocolate, so I guess I don't have to eat my chocolate coins."
A couple of weeks ago, she was put on the 'NO CANDY' list by the dentist, so we've cut out candy. She's been dealing with this well.... until she can use this for her own preschool agenda....
Well played, Norah, well played....
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