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Another installment in my Positive Discipline Articles.

Recently I had the great fortune of crossing paths with Amy McCready, founder of Positive Parenting Solutions, Inc. She runs a very comprehensive educational website chocked full of parenting advice focused solely toward helping parents raise capable, well behaved children with high self esteem.

Amy offers a free webinar that introduces you to her program so I decided to check it out. The webinar I took was titled “Getting Kids to Listen without Nagging, Reminding or Yelling.” This hour-long webinar gave a great peak at some of the foundation child psychology facts that positive discipline follows and some very valuable tools to start making a change at home right now when it comes to getting kids to listen.

If you’ve been following my positive discipline articles or have read my background section on this parenting philosophy, you know that at the root of all misbehaviors is a reason. In positive discipline, we first discover the true reason behind a misbehavior and focus on solving that, rather than punishing a child for the resulting misbehavior (which itself is only a symptom). While punishing will most likely get the symptom to stop, it won’t solve the underlying problem and more often than not will cause a decrease in self esteem while fostering fear and rebellion.

Amy’s webinar starts right out of the gate with a little Adlerian Psychology background, reminding us that a child’s primary goal is to achieve belonging and significance. Here’s how it breaks down:

To have a sense of significance, children need to feel emotionally connected, secure about their place in the family, and have sufficient positive attention. That last one is a key. Kids are hard wired with a need for positive attention. They’ll do anything to get attention, even negative behaviors. Giving the kids lots of positive attention can nip a lot of bad behaviors in the bud.

To gain a sense of significance, children need to feel they’re capable, can make a difference, can contribute in meaningful ways and have personal power. Did that “personal power” phrase get your attention? Did it bring up vivid, chilling memories of power struggles? Here’s how to keep those to a minimum. Give your child choices. For a toddler, do you want the blue or red shirt? Do you want Rice Crispies or Cheerios for breakfast? Do you want to ride your bike or your scooter? The older the child, the more choices they can handle, even up to and including being involved in discussing and agreeing upon what the consequences are for rules broken. Choices are power.

When it comes to power, if a child has not received the opportunity to have enough of it during the day, he or she will fight for control later.

So, when a child is misbehaving, taking a quick look back at these basics might give you a clue as to what the root cause of the misbehavior really is. However, keep in mind this really does apply to children over 2 ½ on a whole. Babies and young toddlers are still all impulse and simple redirection is most likely all you need to do when it comes to curbing misbehavior. However, once that “NO!” stage hits, I’ve personally found using positive discipline very effective.

So what about getting kids to listen without nagging, reminding or yelling (or beating your head against a wall – I added that part)? Amy introduces consequences as a tool. Consequences are effective results or outcomes of an earlier event. And by choosing, discussing and implementing them fairly and without blame, criticism or insult, you can quickly reduce your nagging, reminding and yelling. And kids will listen.

Want to know some effective examples and how to choose the appropriate consequence? Go check out the webinar. Seriously, I’m not kidding. You’ll get so much more out of it than I can write here. In the upper left corner of my blog is a link to the free webinar. It will take you to Amy’s site. Once there, click on the Free Webinar button. On the webinar page you’ll see a handful of webinar’s she’s offering that you can choose from and the times they’re taking place. They’re all live and you’ll see her talking to you live in the upper left corner as she goes through the slides. You’ll also see the names of who else is on, the questions everyone is asking, and can write in your own questions. It is 100% interactive and there are always a couple of webinar topics scheduled.

One thing I really loved when I took the webinar (other than the ton of information she offers in such a short time) is the polls she offered throughout to help tailor the webinar to the audience. For instance, she asked the ages of our kids. Based off the response of the majority, she focused her responses. There were a lot of us with toddlers on my webinar, so she focused examples toward the toddlers, but did give information on the other age groups as well.

I was so impressed that after taking the course I contacted Amy about working with me through Heligirl since she offers so much valuable information that is right along the lines of what I share here. Amy liked Heligirl and the comments and questions you’d been leaving about positive discipline so much she made us a special offer:

She offered to do a special free webinar just for Heligirl readers!!

If this is of interest to you, have a look around her site then leave a comment here about a topic you’d really like for a webinar and a day of the week and time (remember to tell me what time zone) that works best for you. If we have enough folks interested, Amy will hold our own private webinar one evening soon. I’ll e-mail everyone who leaves a comment here with the details.

Thanks everyone. I hope you enjoy looking around Positive Parenting Solutions and getting to know yet another valuable resource in positive discipline. Don’t forget to leave your comment!

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You may have noticed that little button that recently showed up in the upper left corner of Heligirl. There’s a really exciting reason it’s there. I took an amazing parenting webinar from Positive Parenting Solutions last month just before my vacation and was completely floored by all the great information available, how it was presented, and how easy it is to access for busy parents. The information in this site is all about that parenting philosophy I so adamantly support – positive discipline. In fact, I was so impressed I contacted the owner of Positive Parenting Solutions, Inc., Amy McCready, and asked her if we could work together since one of the goals of Heligirl is to share information and resources on Positive Discipline to my readers.

Amy checked out Heligirl and made an offer I couldn’t refuse: to put on a free webinar just for Heligirl readers!

Stop by Heligirl tomorrow to read about the great information I learned from the webinar I took and learn how you can choose the parenting topic of our very own webinar. In the meantime, if you have the chance to check out Amy’s site, Positive Parenting Solutions, please do. It’s a place you’ll want to bookmark and check out again and again.

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Our house has an unspoken rule. The dogs and cats wrote it, but the kids seem to know it intuitively and follow it to the letter. That rule is: no one pees alone in our house. Or poos for that matter. No one. Ever. Period.

Gotta go? You’d better not close the door all the way until at least one, and sometimes three or more, other bodies have entered the room. Dogs, cats and children alike can be playing in the backyard and their Spidey sense will go off the second you have the urge to go. Before you can walk to the bathroom and close the door behind you, they’ll be there.

Since Mr. Man became mobile that number has increased. Two kids and a dog are the typical for me. If the kids are asleep, sometimes it’s both dogs (my older dog would rather not be in close quarters with the kids and since he sees his law is being followed by at least one child or the other dog, he sits it out in those cases).

You get used to it. In fact, I’m not sure what to do with myself when I enter the bathroom and no one is following. I’ve long since given up closing the door behind me. When all the pets are outside and they have no way of entering the house without my assistance, and the children are either asleep or out with Hubby, I’ll just go in and leave the door open out of habit. Sometimes it’s lonely and I talk to myself.

However, there’s one very important amendment to the no one pees (or poos) alone rule. The chaperon, if you will, for either Hubby or myself cannot be the other. I’ve no idea where this came from. Back home when I was a kid, you peed your heart out with the door wide open. My roommates and I did it all the time in the apartments we shared and it never once struck me as odd. Just something us girls did. You can keep the conversation going better that way, by keeping the door open and just chatting away. I’m not saying everyone followed you into the room in those cases, but they’re within ear shot and may walk by the open door.) Hell, I’ll do it while on the phone with my brother (it’s kind of a ritual with us sadly). Boyfriends came and went from the bathroom as I used it, and vice versa. But have a urinary or digestive waste expulsion function with our spouse in the same room? No way Jose. God forbid the other even hear the sound of such a deed.

Should one of us be in the bathroom doing the thing which shall not be named around the other, and we hear the other one of us coming near,  something to the effect of “I’m busy in here” will be shouted out, even if the door is wide open and an assortment of bi and quadroped creatures are with the aforementioned deed doer.

I kid you not. To go into our master bedroom from the hall, you have to pass the master bath, which is just inside the bedroom door. One cannot enter the bedroom if the other is in the bathroom, on the throne, because the ever present children have invariably opened the closed door.

I think the only time Hubby has ever been in the room with me when I was on the pot was just after my water broke and that’s where I sat as the liquid continued to flow. Can’t say it counts, can you? I was so excited (five days past my due date and as uncomfortable as hell) I didn’t care one bit. The baby was finally coming, rule be damned. Hell, he couldn’t see anything over my gargantuan stomach anyway. But that didn’t stop him from averting his eyes and running right back out, reaching in to throw a towel at me to clean up the amniotic fluid covered floor.

Men.

So there you have it. My first intimate confession of many I’ll be making here. Can’t say I know how often or when they’ll come. This is a little exercise for me to get better at not holding back. I’ll try to come up with something regularly and put them in the Confessions category so those of you with voyeuristic tendencies can gorge away.

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Today is a big new first here at Heligirl. I’ve done a blog swap with Ericka from Alabaster Cow. Hop on over to check out my brutally honest post about the guardian angel who entered my life when I was a pathetically miserable “victim” of my circumstance and taught me a simple, yet infinitely valuable lesson that changed my life – to take responsibility. It’s pretty deep, I’ll warn you now.

Ericka is a little more light hearted here on Heligirl for you all today. If you haven’t had the opportunity to get to know Ericka yet, you’re really missing out. She’s raw, honest and will quite seriously cause you to pee your pants at times if you’re not careful. She’s an aspiring author with an artist’s eye for the little details and a genius wit for sharing them in a way you’d never have expected. Any woman that throws herself into the country club pool at her own wedding is definitely walking to the beat of her own drummer. And she’s hot. Please join me in welcoming Ericka.

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It’s the little things now.

Taking a piss without somebody leering at me, blow drying my hair without little fingers tangling the mess. It’s getting ready for lunch with a friend without having to soak up the dog’s water with my shower towel or tolerating a shivering pain up my calf from stepping, barefoot first, onto a plastic toy.

What used to be a given is a luxury and I’m not going to lie, it’s a pretty chalky pill to swallow. I mean there are actual days where I’m surprised no one has defecated on me and the sheer fact that my blouse (okay, fine my night shirt I wore the evening before) isn’t baby poo yellow is like completing a mini-marathon. I am that proud of myself.

Gone are the days of using a cell phone without someone trying to steal it (and not to make a call mind you, simply to babble into the mouth piece while waving her hands like a lunatic. Is that what I look like on the phone?). Gone are the days of napping at my leisure without getting poked in the eye.

I miss those days every time I step into a puddle of pee after finding a diaper thrown carelessly onto the living room rug and when I reach for my keys and realize I have to dig through the toys in the play pen to retrieve them from their hiding place. But I know if those days return I’d be losing more than calf pain and tangled hair. I’d be missing her:

Poopy shirts and missing keys don’t look so bad anymore.

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Ahhh, yes, all those wonderful little things you totally took for granted before you became a parent. While I miss them, I’d never trade my life today to get them back. The hole left behind that my children fill today would be way too big. Amazing what we do to be parents, isn’t it? Just for giggles, please tell us the one “little thing” you miss the most.

For me, it’s coming home from work and being done. Still working part time, I come home a little worn out some days and wish I could just put my feet up, but I have to reach inside and find the energy to connect, play, cook, chat, feed, clean up, bathe and put the little creatures to bed before I can even think about sitting down. By then, I don’t have the energy to get a glass of wine some days. Pathetic, I know. But so worth it.

Did you see my post on Alabaster Cow? I’ve started a new Confessions category and will unveil a similar post, but a lot more humorous, tomorrow. Don’t forget to stop by for a giggle at what can only be too strange to be fiction.

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A Good Day

Today was a special day. I have Wednesdays off and am loving being home with the kids one day a week, especially in the summer. We get to do stuff when everyone else is at work. It’s like my mini-SAHM experience, without the Prozac (meaning if I was a SAHM I’d most likely need it as the kids would be driving me insane).

After getting everyone up, dressed and fed, I called my dad who lives a ferry ride away and then some. I asked if he was up for a little visit with the grandkids and his daughter. He had an appointment at noon, but could catch the 8:40 am ferry and hang with us for a couple of hours. Great!

I got the kids ready and headed out in what I thought was plenty of time (8:30 am for what is usually a 30 minute drive to the ferry crossing dad was taking.) The ferry got in at 9:10 so I had time to spare, right?

Not so much, it turns out. See, there’s this thing on Wednesdays called “other people still have to work.” I kinda forgot about that. So I got stuck in the tail end of rush hour traffic. By the way, who the hell is heading out at 8:45 am (about the time I finally got out of my neighborhood thanks to the traffic) to go to work? Downtown is still 20 minutes away or more at that point in traffic! The answer: idiot people. The kind that don’t know where the hell they’re going, insist on crossing three lanes of traffic at once without a signal, and those that meander, not sure where they’re going until they see the light ahead turn yellow then they floor it so I can sit behind the light. That’s who.

Despite that little coronary in the waiting, I made it about 20 minutes AFTER Dad. He didn’t seem to mind too much. He’d walked down to the area I planned to meet him. There’s this great area in Edmonds by the ferry when the kids can play in the sand, and play they did as dad and I sat and chatted in the 70 degree morning sun. Mr. Man was loving the stuff and had a blast as his sister drove the toy trucks around. When Sweetness announced she was done and wanted to see the boats, I packed up Mr. Man and we wandered past the boats to the cafe for coffee and donuts (and ice cream for Sweetness). After a relaxing chat and snack in the sun (Mr. Man had a jar of mixed vegetables), we walked Grandpop back to the ferry.

Sweetness was in heaven. She’s on this vehicle kick. She got to see sail boats, power boats, fishing boats, ferry boats, bicycles, motorcycles, cars, trucks, semis, busses, diggers, a crane, and three trains. I thought she was going to explode. Thankfully she didn’t.

As we walked back to the car from the ferry along the beach, the ferry started to pull out and Sweetness stopped to wave and yell “Bye bye ferry boat! Bye bye Grandpop!” over and over again. Everyone on the beach stopped and smiled. She’s dang cute when she wants to be.

Being out there in the sun and by the water, not having to be anywhere any time soon was so very relaxing. The kids had a blast, I had some daddy-daughter time, and it was finally a gorgeous day. And it was only 11:15 a.m.

We headed back to Seattle and met Hubby for lunch before heading home to play in the kiddie pool until the kids headed off to nap time.

It was a good day.

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Those there bloggy awards are sure coming fast and furious. I had to go to the dry cleaner to get my red carpet dress pressed. What a dilemma to have. So, as was so eloquently done before me, I shall share with you who I am wearing as I strut down the red carpet. Joan Rivers, if you will:

“Heligirl is all aglow this evening. Look at how the young men stare.  Is that a three year old Petite Sophisticate t-shirt with moch sequins accenting the print? Why I believe it is. And those slightly too big Old Navy kacki capris show a little skin in a way that says it’s not meant to doesn’t it? Those old New Balance sneakers just scream don’t mess with me or I’ll kick you lilly white ass. Personally, I think the pony tail and fresh, natural makeup free look top off the entire ensemble.”

Aren’t you glad this isn’t a photo blog?

This time around I was honored with the Versitile Blogger Award from my buddy Stacie at Pullups and Pedicures (don’t you just love that name?) Check her out if you’ve got a moment. She tells some fun stories.

Now, on to the rules!

1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you this award.
2. Share seven things about yourself.
3. Pass this award along to five bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic for whatever reason!
4. Contact the bloggers you’ve picked and let them know about the award.

So you want to know seven things about me? OK, here goes my attempt to be as random as possible:

1. I’ve been in my house 5 1/2 years. It’s the longest I’ve ever lived at one address in my 38.5 years.

2. I lived in Glasgow, Scotland for seven months after college.

3. My first date with my husband was to see a basketball game of a team that no longer exists (Seattle Supersonics).

4. I chose my daughter’s name when I was 12 years old.

5. Jobs I’ve had in my life include (but are not limited to) McDonald’s slave, cave attendant at Sea Lion Caves, video store attendant, nanny, newspaper reporter, helicopter pilot, tour guide and public relations manager.

6. I hate red and green peppers. They’re the food of the devil. Yucky!

7. I played the flute in middle and high school, and I’ve never been to band camp.

And the winners are:

I pass along this amazingly cool award to the following incredible bloggers:

The Life or Rylie … and Bryce too! – our kids are close to the same age and I really enjoy see how much we’re dealing witht the same stuff on opposite sides of the country. Literally, I’m in Seattle and she’s in Florida.

My Life as a Libra – one balanced chicky-poo. Get it? Ha, ha. Seriously, she is.

The Mother Load – she’s super fab. You should see what she can do in a prom dress.

Lauren from Texas – One FUNNY ass writer. She’s a closet Team Jacob member. Like me.

Not Just Another Jen – I love her name, and her blog.

I hope you enjoy visiting these new blogs if you haven’t already. My favorite part about the bloggy awards is meeting new bloggers so I hope you’ll join me. Just don’t tell them what I’m wearing.

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Craig’s List

Why is it that every time I list something on Craig’s List it seems to be an open invitation for the hairy underbelly of society to rear their scary heads? Seriously, there are times it is beyond ridiculous.

You see, I wanted to have a garage sale. Hubby rolled his eyes and complained about how he hates garage sales and could we please just list stuff on Craig’s List. Well, Mr. I Hate Garage Sales, you brought this on us.

We listed a TV, DVD player, infant seat with two bases, and TV stand Saturday. I priced them similar to several other items of the same quality. Not a single call. Which I didn’t expect too much as it was a gorgeous Saturday here and summer has been very late coming. Then, at 6-freaking-20 in the morning on SUNDAY the phone rings. This wakes me from a complete sleep with a start as I’m thinking something is up either at work (I’m on call 24/7 for emergency response) or my family. No, thank you very much, it was none of the above. It was some lady wanting to know if the $20 DVD player was still available and to call her right away as she’d like to come buy it. At 6-freaking-20 on a Sunday morning.

Well, when you wake up with an adrenaline start, you’re up, and you’re shaking. I called her back and got her voicemail. But she called about a minute later. She didn’t know which person I was or which DVD player I had. I explained it and she said she’d be at my place in 40 minutes. Great, see you then.

The kids were waking at that point so I got them up, dressed and fed. I was hoping to get them out of the house to grocery shop, letting Hubby sleep in. But the morning ticked on and no buyer. Two and a half hours after she called and woke me I called her again asking where she was and if she was still coming over as I had errands to run. I had to leave her a voicemail. I never heard back. How hard is it to just call and say “nevermind?” The 6:20 a.m. wakeup call should have been my cue to her intelligence and ability to respect others.

Then, during lunch, I get a text from someone asking if the DVD player is still available, if it works and where I can be met to pick it up. I texted back yes, yes and my neighborhood name. The next text I get is asking when and were that neighborhood is. WTF? I live in one of the most well known neighborhoods in Seattle, what do you mean where is it? I texted that the person needed to call me. I’m not about to set up a pickup with someone through a text message. Plus, my ad stated to CALL me.

The idiot kid lived 30 miles north of me and wasn’t interested in driving down to get it. He wanted to know if I’d drive up to him. For a $20 DVD player on the last day of my vacation? Hell no.

Now Hubby is telling me how Craig’s List brings out the idiots. Granted, we found our nanny and good buyers for several other things on this service in the past, but there has also been a fair amount of idiots. I basically don’t hold anything for anyone anymore thanks to those that say “I’ll be right there” then never bother to show up. I also won’t run home to meet someone. They’ll come when I’m already home or no sale. I’ve wasted too many good days waiting around. Sadly, I’d have sold most of this stuff just putting it in the driveway and having a garage sale all day one Saturday. Which is exactly what I think I’ll be doing in the next couple of weeks.

I took it personally and wondered why the guy was so strict with me the first time I went to buy something from Craig’s List. I now know it was this wave of inconsiderate idiots that made that guy hard and distrusting, not me.

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Bonzai!

A couple of weeks ago my coworker decided to get a few bonsai plants for his office. I know, a guy trying to green up the place. He figured having a few of these unique plants would make his office space a little more, well, tranquil. He poked his head into my office and asked if I knew of a place where he could get one. If only he’d asked a couple of weeks later.

I was offered the opportunity last week to choose a plant from ProFlowers.com to review. This site offers tons of flowers, plants and gift baskets you can receive by mail, even the next day if you need to. I figured I’d check it out to see if there was much worth considering and I was blown away by the quality and selection of great things – from tasty gift baskets that set my pre-lunch mouth watering to my coworker’s coveted bonsai. As I looked at the selection of bonsai plants I suddenly became aware of my secret desire for one ever since he started asking about them. His little collection in his office is quite zen.

The photo of the plant on the website.

Covet no more! I carefully selected my Tranquil Jade Bonsai from the very easy to search and use website. I had a jade plant once. I think it died a slow and painful death in my dark apartment. Here was my chance to have it again in a smaller, office perfect version. And I loved the little pool next to it, as well as the smaller horsetail accent plants. I accepted the offer to review and the next day I received a response that the tree was on it’s way.

The plant I received.

It arrived exactly on schedule via FedEx in a large box. Inside the box the tree was well padded and secured (actually I’m kind of sorry I didn’t take photos as I was impressed by how professionally it was packaged). Maybe four pedals had fallen off during the trip and its soil was still moist. I must say I was highly impressed with the professionalism of both the packaging and the shape of my plant. It looked exactly like the photo.

While I did toy with the idea of giving this plant to my coworker, I’ll instead be giving him the website address to get his own. This beautiful baby is going to keep me company in my office from here on out.

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Hello all. I’m back, officially. Yesterday’s post was written before vacation, so I really did stay true to my word. I had a vacation.

This year vacation was so different. Usually vacations are filled with packing up and going somewhere, but this time we had very little in the way of plans. In fact, I made a last minute decision to head out of town for a couple of days, which ended up being perfect. Here’s how we did:

Friday night we got the vacation off with dinner out at Hubby’s favorite pub. Sweetness screamed a great deal during the meal. Mommy barely got her beer down.

Saturday we headed up to my mom’s where I was instructed to go through all the crap I didn’t think I needed to go through until Mom passed. But, alas, mom is getting married and she needs to ditch the extra baggage, including our childhood papers, Halloween costumes and toys. I remembered that I carefully packed my very favorite toys, classic Fisher Price things they don’t make anymore like the parking garage and family house, as well as my Barbies. I wanted to save them for my kids. We brought a truck load of stuff home and I got to work cleaning up the Fisher Price stuff and inventorying the Barbies. Sweetness and Mr. Man spent the rest of the week that we were home playing with the Fisher Price stuff. It made my heart soar.

Sunday we did a few chores around the house and ran errands. I begged a favor from Hubby and he watched the kids while I ran off to catch Eclipse. (Awesome movie and the best yet!) Funny how before I was married I abhorred going alone to the movies, sure everyone was looking at me. Now I cherish the time alone and don’t think anything of it. With old age comes wisdom. I spent the afternoon playing with my old toys with my kids and weeding the front yard. It isn’t dark here until 9:30 p.m. so the kids won’t see fireworks for a while. That was a hard night to sleep as our neighborhood is Little Baghdad on the 4th and New Years Eve.

Monday a pal and her kids came over for tea and a playdate. We’d met online while we were pregnant with our first kids (who ended up being born days apart). She lived in Hong Kong at the time. Just before getting pregnant with her son she moved really close to me. Her son is three months younger than mine so I pass along clothes from Mr. Man, many of which I got from a third friend of ours we met through the same group. It was a really nice morning. That afternoon I packed, shopped and prepared for…

Tuesday – Thursday we went to Long Beach, Washington. I rented a house that ended up being perfect for us. It was really windy when we got there Tuesday afternoon, but Wednesday was the hottest day of the year. Blue skies, hot sand, and lots of sunscreen.

We bought a kite, flew the kite, went for walks, ate lots of ice cream, built sand castles, and thoroughly enjoyed our first family vacation. This was the first time the four of us went anywhere together other than grandparents’ houses and it was awesome. We could walk to the beach and town from the house so it was perfect. We were having so much fun that we decided to head back the long way, around the Olympic Peninsula, through a formerly unknown town called Forks. No Cullens that day. The sun was out and it was 94 degrees. By the way, that town is an odd mix of redneck loggers and giggly teenagers. Taverns next door to teen shops with Robert Pattinson in the window. Talk about weird. We were running a bit late so we didn’t visit La Push this time around. The kids handled the 8-hour drive home well, all things considered, and were rewarded with a ferry ride the last leg.

Friday the kids didn’t sleep in nearly long enough to suit me, but oh well. My freelance job needed my attention the first few hours of the day, but we all went to lunch and ran a couple of errands together before coming home to play in the kiddy pool and water table in the backyard.

Saturday was chore day. We didn’t want to leave it to the last day. We washed the hardwood floors, moved a little furniture around, put some kids stuff no longer used on Craig’s List, and I weeded one of my backyard gardens. In between all this we played in the backyard with the kids – the pool and water table are big hits. That afternoon Hubby let me sneak off again. This time I treated myself to a manicure.

Today we plan to grocery shop and then just play. We may hit a wading pool at a local park with the kids. It’s been amazingly hot here and the kids are loving the water stuff. It’s a hoot to watch them splash together.

All in all, I think I pulled it off. I loved the comments people left on my vacation post about balance and in the end that’s exactly what I think we were able to pull off. The house is somewhat clean, weeds are under control, clutter somewhat reduced and we have lots of great memories and photos of our first of many, many vacations together. In fact, I got adventurous and bought tickets for the family to join me in Hawaii in October when I go for a meeting. We’ll stay long and make it a vacation. Now that should be interesting.

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Today I have the extreme pleasure of heading over for a Saturday Playdate at the Life of Rylie … and Bryce too!

LeeAnn, Rylie and Bryce’s super mom, has been having one tough time when it comes to picking the kids up at daycare. Seems Rylie all but goes into hurricane mode when mom arrives, especially when LeeAnn tries to pick up little Bryce. Rylie often keeps the storm going well into the evening.

LeeAnn asked me to come on over to talk about what might be going on with Rylie and how she might make picking the kids up at daycare and the rest of the evening far more pleasant.

LeeAnn’s story sounded all too familiar and I have just the trick for her to try. Stop on by to see what advice I have to calm those after daycare storms.

If you’re visiting from Life of Rylie…and Bryce Too!, welcome. It’s a pleasure to have you stop by. I try to write an article a week or so about positive discipline/compassionate parenting techniques I’ve been learning. I wrap this around my regular blogging of life in Jen’s World. With an almost 3 year old and a 1 year old, a part time day job, and a full time mommy job, life rarely get’s boring. In fact, I’m often one hairy eyeball away from the loony bin.

Want a peak at the full crazy? Check out the time my daughter “cupped” daddy or any of the embarassing parenting situations I’ve coined “embarenting”. Or what the toys do when no one is looking. For a little more serious look, see how I’ve vowed to break the cycle of emotional abuse in my family and how my deep commitment to positive discipline came about. To learn more about positive discipline (also called positive parenting, compassionate parenting, connection parenting and a few other things), just click on over to the whole section on positive discipline where I put together some background. All the articles I’ve written and posted here or guest posted on other blogs can be found here. You’ll want to bookmark this and don’t hesitate to leave a comment on a topic you’d like me to cover. I love sharing this stuff and am happy to do it here or as a guest blogger.

I hope you’ve enjoyed our playdate and I’ll be back from vacation tomorrow to give you the full monty on how I managed the week. Did I stay focused on family, or did I do too many chores and end up more tired than relaxed? Check back to see.

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