The Gold Girls

Rules, rules, and more rules.

As you all know, I am blessed with three beautiful daughters. What you don’t know is that these girls are almost perfect in every way. I’m not trying to brag. I just speak the truth.

Look at this, even their profiles are perfect.
What a great Mother’s Day gift from the primary, huh?

People notice the goodness of my children and they are always asking me, “Why are they so good? What are your tricks? What are your rules?” I could write a book, really, but wish to share a really good trick here. Rules have to be easily maintained.



First, I have to give credit to the kids, God sent us the best.


Second, I think LG and I learned early that following through is very important in discipline. If you do lay down a rule, you must follow through with enforcing it.


Third, we give our kids room to just be. Therefore, in return, they give us room to just be.


These three “tricks” go together. First, you have to believe, truly believe with everything you are that your children are great, and that they want to be great. This ideal in your children really affects your attitudes when parenting.


Second, you have to be in charge. You can’t let your kids run the roost. They need leadership. They are just waiting to be taught the consequences of their actions. You must follow through so that they understand that there are real and consistent consequences. Lord of the Flies taught me this in 9th grade.


Third, and this is a very important key. You have to give enough room to your children, and more importantly to YOU, so that following through is actually do-able. If you have so many rules, being in charge is way too hard. And NOT fun! And nobody wants a mom or dad who is always nagging them. Look at the federal government. They are a prime example of screwing things up with too many restrictions to enforce.

I am not going to take credit for my parenting wisdom. I got my parenting style from my parents. They had seven kids. People with lots of kids usually adapt to a “survival” method of parenting. I think that this “survival” method is best. Do ONLY what is absolutely necessary.


The words of a surviving friend to her children suit this style perfectly, ” I am on the phone, come and get me ONLY if someone is bleeding or the house is on fire.”


LeGrand and I were laughing at ourselves the other day. Whenever we have a higher maintenance kid visit, we are always relieved to see them go back home. For the most part our girls are so easy and don’t require much but the food I prepare and a good hug from time to time. We just don’t “get” kids who want to be constantly in our face. They exhaust us.


Yes, we know, we’ve raised our kids to be low maintenance. We aren’t sure if it is a good thing. Not that we are going to change it. We like our kids the way that they are. They make our life easy. Someday because of our parenting style we may be able to handle some more, and make them low maintenance kids too. We pray for that.


Some of you may think that this sounds heartless. I can hear you now, “What kind of mother are you? You don’t want to interact with your kids?” You may think that we are horrible parents who don’t spend time with our kids. You are dead wrong. We still spend a lot of time with them.


Our time is quality though and it is full of great conversations, laughing, learning, fun, and love. Quantity is important and I think too many parents justify their own absence by saying “When you have quality time, you don’t need as much quantity.” But, this justification will be used by me only in reference to the energy that is passed between my children and I. When I don’t have to spend my whole day breaking up fights, telling my kids what to do, or disciplining them for what rule they broke, my time is freed up for such better interactions.


We have very little negative interaction. Most of our communication is positive. Our children are independent. They are problem solvers. They work out a lot on their own. They are confident. They are also creative.


Here is some food art that they come up with. It’s a pond with goldfish, and yes, they ate every one. Some of those freaky moms out there would be upset by something like this. There were only compliments from this mother, “Wow you guys, that is pretty cool. Let me take a picture.” “Ahh mom, why do you have to put everything on your blog?”

I was just reading this and it got me thinking about what Do NOT’s I have as a mother.


How do my do not’s affect my kids.


A friend and I were talking the other day. She has a rule that her children like to break, “Thou shalt not play in my room.” Where seems to be the favorite place for her kids to play? Her bedroom, of course.


I’ve been pondering, “What are my rules?” Do my kids like to break them?
I have come to the conclusion that I don’t have very many, therefore they don’t need to break them.


Some of the only ones that I can think of are:


No screaming unless you are being kidnapped.
No eating after you brush your teeth at night.
If I count, you better come. (and they always do to the total delight of any onlooker)

Here is what hangs on our fridge. These rules are all it takes at our house.

Sophia added the last one all by herself.
We aren’t sure when she did it. She didn’t have to tell us. She was happy to let us find her addition on our own time. (It goes back to that giving each other space thing)
And, she’s right. When you only have seven written rules, and three unwritten ones it’s easy for everyone to be happy.

“A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.” ~Henry David Thoreau

Trust

We’ve been married 10 years and 10 months.
It’s needless to say that I trust the man.
So, when the temptation was offered, I hopped on back.
Who wouldn’t trust a man with a face like that?
He lured me into a sense of false security.
It was a perfect day to enjoy the scenery on the back of a four wheeler.

A dare was given.

And no double dogs were necessary.

Somewhere in the middle of all this water,

LG and I are either affixed on top of the four wheeler, or catching air.

And then, the air became very very muddy.

And, yes, I still trust the man.

And I trust that George fixed the four wheeler’s damage.

And, this damage is also history.

As well as any of the other reasons
the man has given me not to trust him.
That’s the beauty of a marriage.
Next time there is an opportunity for four wheeling.
You know that silly old me will be the perfect back seat passenger.
Or maybe he should show his trust in me and let me drive?

Father’s Day

I just read Katie’s post, and was thinking that I never got around to my Father’s Day post.

LG got a new video game. He is very happy.
He loves playing video games with his kids, as you can see.


Why didn’t I post about him like I sat down to do on Saturday night?

Well I was so tired from busily trying to be a good wife. We went and helped move furniture for LeGrand’s dad on Friday night. It was his father’s day gift to surprise him with a new office. (I am going to have to store that really good maneuver by LG’s mom for future reference.)

Then we got home and worked in the yard. I remembered that we had better do something for the dad’s at church. We had to go to Sam’s and buy candy bars, and then I had to go and play the piano for the Varnon’s so they could practice their father’s day song. I got home and got things ready for LG’s dinner of choice (taco salad, yuck!) Got everything ready for Sunday. Sat down to try and blog out my Father’s Day message while the iron was getting hot. LG was already asleep and I remembered that it would be a shame for him to have to iron his own shirt of Father’s Day.

The first post that I read, was this. Thanks for the reminder Cally. I had told myself on Monday that I would not go to church one more time without dying my hair. It needed to be done approximately two months ago.

So, LG, you know I love you. You know that all your girls adore you. I was and still am too tired to post a nice thing about you like Katie did. But, I hope you enjoyed your ironed shirt, sac mtg. musical number, taco salad, and candy bar. (I know I really do owe you a Snickers that wasn’t on sale for the tint of coconut that you hate)

And, I am so glad that you are enjoying your video game for family home evening. Sophia is going to be the best video playin fool of a girl that was ever raised by her son less father.

Shrek



What do you do on Mother’s Day when your dad is at church all day
and your mom doesn’t feel good?

Dress up. Of course.

The dress up is not the tricky part. It’s the choice of characters that is complicated.

If you choose an hogre and his mighty steed Donkey, you make a statement.

The statement is:
” I choose to be in the bath scrubbing this marker off of my face for the rest of the evening.”
We don’t need princesses in this family. We are all about originality. (and scrubbing of course)

HulaHoop Fun

Ever since field day, Abigail has been obsessed wtih learning to hula hoop.
And, in typical Abigail fashion…she mastered it in a week.
Here is Abigail at the rest stop.
She’s got her two favorite birthday presents:
her birthday dress and her birthday hula hoop.





Abigail came home from school on Monday and surprised us with her news.

She had signed up for the impromptu 3rd grade talent show.

She would be doing the hula hoop.

Overnight, she taught herself to hulahoop around her neck down to her waist.

She taught herself to turn around while hula hooping and to do some jumping tricks.

She reported that she was a big hit yesterday.

She hula hooped to Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Appropriate for the lyrics, don’t you think?

“Me, I want a hula hoop.”

Elegance

Define it. Any way you want,
but no matter how hard I have tried,
elegant and junk just don’t go together.

Just like LG and my camera at times.

And, yes, my yard is more elegant than my house.
And I am proud of it.

There is nothing like looking outdoors for some of God’s beauty.
You know I didn’t find it IN the house during this photo shoot.

And, if you can’t make your yard as elegant as you would like.

Buy your first piece of art, ever.

It will give you your dream scenery, and your hubby will love it,

especially if it was $20 at Big Lots.

Fancy Nancy

A while back, the girls had a walkathon at school.

Because their grammy was generous,

they each got to buy a book for their school library.

They put Grammy’s name inside of the books.

They brought the books home for us to see.

Here is the book that Sophia picked out.


We instantly fell in love with it, and I’ve been meaning to blog about it.

I hadn’t gotten around to it,

so you can imagine my delight with Mia’s last post.

Now all I have to do is link.

Abigail has been trying to recreate her own version of Fancy Nancy.

Isn’t she so fancy?

My sweet Sophia is a little monkey.

Hey, mom, don’t take my picture.
But, please watch me climb,
and I’ll pretend you aren’t using that camera that I pretend to hate.

Don’t mind me, I’m concentrating.

I need to hang upside down. I have to hang upside down.
Oh no! (Mom panics, and misses a few shots.)

Oh, mom, what are you worrying about? You taught me to be tough.

I could do this all day, and I think she could too.

If every day were field day

If every day were field day,
we could sit outside and smile at each other.
Everyone would love themselves and wear fancy hats.

We could pop balloons with our butts just for fun.

We could let out all of our frustrations by pulling on eight kids on the end of a very large rope.

Everyone would get some kine of award, and be very happy and proud of their hard work.


Our teachers would cut us a break when they had to replace the paper that they told us to be very careful with. They would forget that they told us to place it in a very important place instead of losing it out of our pocket on the playground.

Even though they said they would not reproduce our list of events, they would.

Why?

Because it is field day, and no one can go home disappointed, even if they tend to misplace things because they are too busy thinking about more important things.

(The little genius Abigail is just like her father. He needs a field day every day too so that when he loses that fourth wedding band [which is not a matter of IF but WHEN], I, too, will cut him a break.)

We could just hug our friends.

We would not just cheer on our classmates but the opponents from the “other side” also.

And, we could run just for fun.

(Man, I really need an adult version of a field day.

I haven’t run for fun in approximately 15 years)

And, last but not least, if we could have a field day every day,

everyone would take a moment to enjoy the vastness of the sky.

And, like me, they would know God is up there somewhere.

And they would know that he’s watching over all of his children.

And on field day, everyone would be happy because God would be happy.

Why?

Because his children are all getting along, enjoying each other and encouraging each other.

And that is the most important reason that even if every day isn’t field day,

we should act like it is.

And, if you can’t be nice like it’s field day…

…go and pop a balloon with your butt.

It will put you in the mood.