Sunday, November 17, 2013

The Prisoners

Maggie is an artist.  It is so hard for me.  Our brains could not function any more differently.  She is constantly making crazy creations that are beautiful to her and high blood pressure inducing to me. 

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:

1. Stealing
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. 

credit here

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 [1971], 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.

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