I have been told by several people that I should write a book about parenting. Although some parents may find my insights amusing, I doubt very much that I could give practical advice. After all, I'm just making this stuff up as I go! Take what happened today for instance:
We had just gotten home from work/school/babysitter and the kids were at it again...fighting. Ugh, the fighting! I've tried reasoning with them: "You guys haven't seen each other all day! Play nicely!" I've tried guilting them: "Lauren, he is the ONLY brother you have...be nice to him." I've tried threats: "If I hear you guys fighting one more time...!" I've even tried making them "hug it out." Nothing seems to really work. So, I've invented a method for dealing with sibling rivalry that I'm sure most psychologists would have a hayday with.
Turn up the music and dance.
And that's what I do. I walk straight to my kitchen where the radio is, crank that sucker up, and bust a move. No kidding. It works wonders! I'm sure you're thinking, "I'd have to see it to believe it." Right? Well, forget it. I only dance in three instances: 1)with my Kindergarten class, 2)with my own children in the privacy of my own home, 3)in public after a really good night with really good friends.
So what is the reaction that I get when I do this? Well, usually Braden wanders in and starts jammin' with me. Lauren is usually mad at me that I have stolen her sparring partner and pouts until the end of the song. Then, she and Braden go off and play together. NO LIE. This just happened in our house, and right now both kids are in my basement playing house, walking around in my shoes. :) Oh the irony.