The kids are off-track and their mantra begins: "you are the meanest mom!" And what can I say, the evidence is there:
(1)I make them do homework (including the hard stuff like crafts and art) everyday but Saturday. Sometimes we make cookies or some other treat for math, but I make
them figure out the measurements. What's worse though is that sometimes we play math bingo with
candy.
(2)I make them do
chores (including making their beds and getting dressed everyday).
They also have to do things like dishes, vacuuming, and laundry.
(3)I make them
walk to the playground so they can get sunshine and fresh air. You know how offensive the sun can be, but to make it worse I play with them while we are there. Can you believe my nerve?
(4) And the final and greatest offense is I limit their electronic time even on
vacation days and Saturdays. I mean, didn't you know that every other mom in the world lets their kids play video games
all day when they are not in school? Apparently it's true.
So there you have it, I
am the meanest mom; but just to make sure I keep up my reputation, what could I possibly do to be meaner?
Last week weekend we flew to Oklahoma to visit J's parents and little brother for a few days. AJ was very excited to learn that Grandpa and Grandma's house not only bordered some woods, but they had seen coyotes and foxes out there. She was determined to have a sighting of her own. Unfortunately that never happened, but she did have fun on her nature walk with Grandpa and Daddy. She made the "bridge" so that baby foxes could cross safely.
On Saturday we took a drive to the Oklahoma temple. D stayed with Spence. It was cold out! J and I had only brought jackets and I was shivering so much he gave me his to layer over my own. He had to be freezing but didn't let on. What a man!
After the temple we visited the Federal building memorial. Sad, as can be expected at any memorial. There was a chair sculpture for each person who died in the bombing; the most heartbreaking were the tiny little chairs that represented children who had died.
Love the quiet moments; especially when they involve a book and snuggles!
Not long after they moved in, Grandpa had a storm shelter dug in their garage (had to get ready for those tornados!). He was excited to show us and the kids were excited to see it; until he told them about the spiders he had recently found in there. Then A&A couldnt' get out fast enough! D liked it though and the rest of our visit he kept begging to go to the "goj" and when took out diapers he would point insistently at the hatch door. Gotta say, I understand. It's the kind of thing I would have loved as a kid (I admit it got my imagination going).
