My first entry on joys and sorrows of parenting
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I've never posted anything on a blog before, but figure that the family blog would be a great place to start.
So two things that may be of interest. The first is that Kristi and I finally found a house in SLC and should be closing on it at the end of August--assuming inspections and appraisals work out ok. The house is about 1/4 mile north of the Quists on Melony Drive, just west of 2700 East on 4200 South. We're really excited about the house and hope you all can visit us often there.
Second, we had a mini-version of Ripley's "believe it or not" at our house today, and I thought you might find it humorous.
Background. On Saturday, after taking care of housekeeping and a few other odds and ends, we went to the outlet mall in
As a result, we didn’t have the energy to make the
When I asked who wanted to be in charge of singing, Katie volunteered first, and so she received the assignment. Of course, then Abbie wanted to lead the singing first. She wouldn’t accept the role of sharing time leader, so in order to compromise we opted to have two singing times in Primary. Katie began to plan the music for her turn, but then Abbie did thing to bug her, and so Katie went upstairs to her room to do this. Abbie followed shortly, so within just a few minutes I had two whining, arguing girls in my room. I hate playing Solomon.
Then, all of a sudden, Katie takes both hands, rushes up to Abbie, and just decks her in the shoulders so Abbie goes into the air, falls backwards on her feet, and then lands on her bottom. Abbie bursts into tears, Katie starts laughing, and Kristi and I are caught in this mix of sorrow, surprise, and laughter. Sorrow and surprise because Abbie is crying and Katie just decked her, and laughter because we can’t believe Katie did this—and Abbie probably deserved it.
If anyone has suggestions on to handle two personalities that are diametrically opposed, mixed in with a lot of estrogen, please have pity on me and clue me in.
And, have a great week! Austin
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If you hear of any good things, clue me in, too! Laurie and Emily rarely quarrelled, but you know too well how the boys picked on the one just younger, then got to be the oldest, and picked on the next one. I never understood it.
I wonder what would happen if you completely separated them for a day or two and didn't let them see or do anything with the other, if they'd realize they miss each other. You could have them take turns being able to be on the main floor, eat in the kitchen, sleep in a guest room alone etc. That might be interesting or it could just be a collosal pain to enforce. I have fewer answers after 35 years of parenting than I did before I had any children....
I forgot to put "other" " Alan" in this case is MOM--though he wouldn't like to be....
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Ha, ha, ha. First I laughed out loud when I read that Katie decked Abbie, then I laughed out loud again when "Alan" claimed 35 years of parenting. What a bind, though: on the one hand, you want to congratulate Katie for her pluckiness (and obedience, I might add), but then you probably shouldn't encourage violence as a way to solve problems.
A funny story on this topic. I once assigned my students to write a comparison/contrast essay on different ways to solve problems. From this assignment came this paragraph (I'm not making this up, but the student will remain anonymous): "Violence is pretty much better because like if a guy tries to attack you, you should probably know karati or kung fu or tae kwando because violence keeps you safe. But I guess sometimes it's better to like be chill like when your two best friends are fighting to the death and then they realize that you are just hanging out, they look at you and realize that the whole argument was dumb so then they don't kill each other. So non-violence can be good. Unless your great great great great grandfather was a thief in ancient Rome or another ancient empire and then you would probably want to continue the legacy. Like if my great grandfather was Billy the Kid."
Um. Where does a teacher begin with some kind of productive comment? I mean, everytime my two best friends have been fighting to the death, I've just pulled out great grandfather's battle-ax and ended the conflict in one bloody chop.
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