First rule of Fight Club: You don't talk about Fight Club.
- Divert attention by saying what your little sister did.
Second Rule of Fight Club: You DON'T TALK about Fight Club.
- Whine and cry to try to avoid talking about what you did to your little sister.
Third Rule of Fight Club: If someone says "Stop", goes limp, or taps out the fight is over.
- Meaning after you kick your sister in the face and she screams and cries for a moment, make sure to say, "She is OK!" before Daddy gets in the room.
Fourth rule of Fight Club: Fights will go on as long as they have to.
- Make sure to be nice and smiling by the time Daddy enters the room.
I realize there are other rules but they really don't apply to the Boy and the Girl. Pretty OK morning until the Boy had something the Girl is not allowed to have and she wanted it. To stop her he kicked her in the face, she whimpered for a moment and went back at it (the Girl is pretty tough). As I enter the room she has a nice red mark under her eye, so I proceed with the investigation as follows:
Me: What happened?
Boy: She tried to grab the tape.
Me: What happened to your the Girl?
Boy: She was trying...
Me: NO! I want to know what you did to her.
Boy: (Beginning of whining and crying) You aren't listening to me!
Me: (getting a little upset) Stop Whining and tell me what you did to your sister!
Boy: I kicked her.
Me: You DON'T kick or hit people! (Promptly takes away tape and Nintendo DS)
Boy: No!!!!!!!
Me: (Looks at girl and sees red mark under her eye) Did you kick her in the eye?!
Boy: Yes, she was...
Me: Go to your room right now!
After a while in his room we had a little talk and he came down and hugged his sister and said he was sorry. I guess when she gets a hold of his hair again I will give her a second or two before it gets broken up.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
What I Know About Girls
I am learning something new everyday as raising a girl is much different than raising a boy. I am a boy so raising the Boy was not to difficult as I have the same parts and felt like I had a good idea of what boys think. The Girl, on the other hand, has a whole different set of rules which I am learning on daily if not hourly basis.
This morning after getting up at 5:30 am, I rocked her hoping to get her back to sleep to no avail. When done rocking she just smiled at me so we went downstairs and got some Cheerios and juice and all was good. When my wife got out of the shower and come down to see her, she wanted her to go somewhere with her, which my wife did, and then decided to throw this random temper tantrum for no reason at all. After trying to console her we let her have it out on the floor, where after a bit she came to me and said "Night-night." I took her upstairs and she started saying "NO!" to me so we came back down and I had to hold her for a bit before she finally wanted her juice and Cheerios again. Soon it was breakfast time and she decided she wanted the leftover garlic mashed potatoes, at this point I wasn't arguing and just gave her what she wants. This all proves I still know very little if anything about girls and it is easier to give them mashed potatoes for breakfast than to be screamed at about it.
The other day she wanted her shoes. I proceeded to get her sandals (which she calls shoes) out of the closet and hand them to her, she got very mad pushed them out of the way and screamed "SHOES!" So she went in and got her white patent leather type shoes and proceeded to stomp all over my toes during the day. One time she stood on my toes on purpose with a smile to seem me react, I faked cry (at least that is what I told my wife) to get her to stop. She said "Sorry Daddy," but somehow I don't think that is the last time it will happen. At least now I know one thing when it comes to girls and shoes just get the heck out of the way.
The other thing she likes is the debit/credit card readers at the store. She likes to point them out and hand me the little pen for them. I think she is just practicing for later in life for me to buy her prom dress, shoes and new purse/clutch/handbag or whatever else accessory is needed for that one time use.
So I guess I know a little bit about girls - they like shoes, so don't get between them and the shoes; they expect me to pay for stuff and buy them nice things; and when a tantrum hits just start making some garlic mashed potatoes.
This morning after getting up at 5:30 am, I rocked her hoping to get her back to sleep to no avail. When done rocking she just smiled at me so we went downstairs and got some Cheerios and juice and all was good. When my wife got out of the shower and come down to see her, she wanted her to go somewhere with her, which my wife did, and then decided to throw this random temper tantrum for no reason at all. After trying to console her we let her have it out on the floor, where after a bit she came to me and said "Night-night." I took her upstairs and she started saying "NO!" to me so we came back down and I had to hold her for a bit before she finally wanted her juice and Cheerios again. Soon it was breakfast time and she decided she wanted the leftover garlic mashed potatoes, at this point I wasn't arguing and just gave her what she wants. This all proves I still know very little if anything about girls and it is easier to give them mashed potatoes for breakfast than to be screamed at about it.
The other day she wanted her shoes. I proceeded to get her sandals (which she calls shoes) out of the closet and hand them to her, she got very mad pushed them out of the way and screamed "SHOES!" So she went in and got her white patent leather type shoes and proceeded to stomp all over my toes during the day. One time she stood on my toes on purpose with a smile to seem me react, I faked cry (at least that is what I told my wife) to get her to stop. She said "Sorry Daddy," but somehow I don't think that is the last time it will happen. At least now I know one thing when it comes to girls and shoes just get the heck out of the way.
The other thing she likes is the debit/credit card readers at the store. She likes to point them out and hand me the little pen for them. I think she is just practicing for later in life for me to buy her prom dress, shoes and new purse/clutch/handbag or whatever else accessory is needed for that one time use.
So I guess I know a little bit about girls - they like shoes, so don't get between them and the shoes; they expect me to pay for stuff and buy them nice things; and when a tantrum hits just start making some garlic mashed potatoes.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Order Yours Today, Call Now!
The Boy wants everything he sees on those short TV ads, where everything is $14.95 plus shipping & handling, must be 18 to call. He gets a little upset he is not 18 yet so he can't order all those things he sees on TV. If could order it I can just see my house filled with "Floam".
Today at dinner, we are all eating together and he is talking about having a million dollars. I ask him him to share with us and he tells us "No." Here is the follow-up conversation to that:
Me: You won't share with us?
Boy: No.
Me: Well how are you going tobuy anything you need to be 18 years old?
Me: If you share with me, I'll help.
Boy: I'll just go online!
I almost spit out the delicious peanut butter cream pie my wife got me for Father's Day. He is one clever boy.
Today at dinner, we are all eating together and he is talking about having a million dollars. I ask him him to share with us and he tells us "No." Here is the follow-up conversation to that:
Me: You won't share with us?
Boy: No.
Me: Well how are you going tobuy anything you need to be 18 years old?
Me: If you share with me, I'll help.
Boy: I'll just go online!
I almost spit out the delicious peanut butter cream pie my wife got me for Father's Day. He is one clever boy.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Reclaiming the House
Well, last night we got most of the Boy's stuff moved into the basement for his new playroom. He thought it was pretty cool. We think it is pretty cool too since we have a new room in our house which to furnish, which means a trip to Ikea (which can be good and bad all at the same time). Although from the time we got up about 7:10 am within about 1 1/2 hours he was bringing up a pile of blue paper to make a sky for the paper airplanes he say on Fix it With Dad on Handy Manny. I quickly put a stop to that as the sunroom is now our room again, not his. The fun part is we see a nice place to relax, he sees a huge open space to play. If we ever move, build a house, or build an addition the realization has set in to leave one open space for the kids that can easily be refinished once they graduate from high school.
This morning as well I could see that glimmer of redesign in the Girl's eye. I think she knows about the open space and is think of decorating in all pink and barbie dolls. Although for her brother's sake I think she would throw in a pink train.
This morning as well I could see that glimmer of redesign in the Girl's eye. I think she knows about the open space and is think of decorating in all pink and barbie dolls. Although for her brother's sake I think she would throw in a pink train.
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