Yesterday after listening to the kids argue and fuss most of the afternoon/evening I'd had it. I told the kids I was planning on giving them cake after dinner but they could not yell, fuss, or argue any more. I told them they were a team and their goal was to keep each other happy. If I heard yelling or fussing from either of them they would both lose dessert. Neither of them thought that was fair but they straightened up and earned cake. Later Jeff was reading Ryan a bedtime story and Salem came in and started antagonizing her brother. I said, "Hey! Don't you remember you guys are on the same team? You guys are Team Happy. Now knock it off." Salem looked up annoyed and said snottily "I don't want to be on Team Happy!" I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as Ms. Pat's voice played in my head "always calm, always calm, always calm." Then in my calmest voice, "Fine. Then you can go to bed." She rolled her eyes in response and said, "I'll only be on the team if we call it Team Smile." Jeff jumped in and said, "Ok, you're Team Smile but Mommy and I are Team Spank and don't you forget it. Please don't call CPS, he was joking - kinda.
This morning Ryan came to me in a panic. He said, "Oh Mommy, MOMMY did you send Wall-E back?" I said, "No Honey, not yet." He sighed with relief and exclaimed, "Oh thank GOD!" I don't know where he gets his dramatics from.
The other night at dinner Ryan told us an amusing story: "Guys, guys, I remember when I was a little tiny baby and I was in Mommy's tummy. And there were race cars in there. I was racing with the race cars. And right before I got to the finish line I hit a big wall and I crashed. So I didn't get to finish. Then later when I saw Mommy I was crying." Huh, so that's why I had to be induced. He hit a wall and couldn't finish...and he was crying the first time he saw me.
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