Audrey is three. She loves to do things for herself whether she's capable of them or not.
It's hard, in a patience-building kind of way. Lately, we've had a problem with them "stealing" from the kitchen/my office/wherever and "destroying." Tonight I found them yet again, elbows deep in sprinkles in their bedroom. For once, I didn't lose it, I just put them in timeout while I cleaned it (normally I would have them clean, but this surpassed their capabilities) and then told them they were in "Mama jail." We talked about the three rules they broke:
2. Making a mess
3. Food out of the kitchen
Then I told them I would bring them dinner in a little while, but they were not to leave their beds. Their feet shouldn't touch the floor.
Eric went to check on them a few minutes later and they were both passed out cold. Point warden.
All of this got me thinking about that quote I see on Pinterest ALL THE TIME. It's attributed to David O. McKay, but I couldn't actually document that.
I always, always, always, thought he meant that quote for kids. Like, kids should be quieter. I couldn't agree more. It was a rude awakening when I realized (whether it's a real quote or not) he meant ME. Whoops.
In researching, I did find this one:
“Let husband and wife never speak in loud tones to each other, ‘unless the house is on fire’” (Stepping Stones to an Abundant Life, comp. Llewelyn R. McKay , 294).
And the funny (to me) comment underneath it "I like that one better because it means I can still yell at my kids."
Will I be perfect at not yelling at my kids? I assure you, no. I am trying. This new "mama jail" thing might take off though.