When you are out to eat and have 18 other people with you two things can happen:
You either be looked at oddly by fellow eaters
or You can be looked at oddly while your kids are dancing around in green pants in a some-what classy restaurant to a french song.
Oh yeah and the waiter can totally ask for your ID when you have a bunch of kids sitting around calling you mama.
(yes mr. waiter because i look 19, am actually 20 and have a 31 year old daughter as well as 13 follow-ups….)
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- my teens are partying and the youngsters are having a "dance contest" on the third floor, whats going on with you guys?
and the kids go wild!
So i let my youngest kids be and do stuff like:
(in public places like the supermarket)
Other Parents are usually like:
And i just stand and ignore them and listen to the music playing in the background like:
But then you realize you have your teenager staring at you like:
You brush it off and continue, and join your younger child’s crazy dance:
The the teen gives you this:
so then you go all the way the way home like:
in front of them
but then i get home and i’m all: “i don’t understand i’m the cool parent”
then i realize the last time they said “your so cool” was when they were eight:
- My daughter Rhodes stated this to me less than 7 minutes ago: "Mama i'm not going to eat anymore! That dinner was my last meal, and i refuse to eat anymore until the kids in Africa aren't hungry anymore"
- I usually have a response that's sensible, but this really caught me off guard, and all i could do was stare at her. Now she's watching her brothers, sister and cousins stuff down organic ice cream and cookies and telling them they should be ashamed. My husband says to "let her be,if she's hungry she'll eat, trust me" but i don't know she sounded sincere and "trust me is how I ended up with #14.
- Any other parents want to help me out?
now they’re gone :(
but you should of seen my kids they were so hyped up
i sent them out the door to go take the subway to school, and a few minutes later they’re back in the brownstone hyperventilating over dianna agron!
due to the fact that Quinn Fabray had a hidden past and Puck was a helping behind it all :(
So why do kids need to play? Well for starters to tire them out, and make bedtime easy. Haha Well honestly because its apart of living. When my kids go to the playground I’m up there on the bridges and swings with them, and if we go to a grassy patch park like sheep meadow in central park we make up games to let their creative juices flow. It doesn’t all key into nonsense scientific terms from parents.com about gross motor skills and their ability to play sports in non diverse suburban areas(not that there’s anything wrong with that I’m just highly bias towards the five boroughs) but it does however key into the building of the mind. Play helps kids explore and have “adventures.” Sure you might take them to a crowded playground, and let them loose(as long as the gates are closed) and to you it’s a playground with the occasional overprotective parent and parent who might be on something, to your child their in Poseidon’s Kingdom fighting of the evil sharks from neverland. So even though you might think this post makes absolutely no sense, well it doesn’t but you get the point. Play builds a strong creative mind and that’s the point!
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The traditional parent calls it a time out. The Nanny calls it a naughty spot. My mother calls it the sit down or i’ll spank you spot.
I am not a traditional parent, i never been, nor hired a nanny, and i am not my mother!
So i came up with something a little more soul-driven. A place where discipline doesn’t have to be difficult or involve loads of yelling and crying.
A Zen Zone.
Definition? Sure!: A zen zone is a place where a child is assigned to go to every time he or she decides to throw a tantrum or break a rule. This is a safe zone where the child cannot be hit or yelled at. It is a place for them to find their inner peace, so there are no miscommunications when the child is confronted. (such as i hate you’s, or he started it’s or he’s crying so hard you have no idea what in sans heck he’s saying)
The child is put (or sent) in the spot a minute per age (ex: age 4 = 4 minutes)
Now don’t get this mixed up: If your son or daughter is feeling melancholy, or angered or has to figure something out they can go to the zen zone at any time.
You have to remember kids get disgruntled, too. And just like Adults they like to have the right answer, and be independent. So the Zen zone is a place they aren’t afraid to go to, or dread going to.
If they break a rule for example, hitting their sister or touching the ipad with sticky fingers, They know what they did was wrong, and they know they’ll be sent to the zen zone for it, but why scare a child so much, and tell them what they did is wrong, when you can let them figure out why its wrong, or inappropriate and get the same satisfaction without the loss of your voice or stress? Well i’m not going to stress myself out, and you shouldn’t either!
Try it, but i will warn you: results vary per child, all kids are different and for all my children it seems to work :) Good Luck!
Rex: Shhhhh! Don’t tell her!
Me: Don’t Tell Me?
Quin: *looks at Rex with brows furrowed* Mama, Rex broke the finger rule
Me: He did? Oh well Rex you know your not supposed to put up your middle finger.
Rex: I didn’t break the finger rule!
Quin: Mama what are you talking about! He broke the finger rule!
Me: Okay wait, what are you talking about?
Jude: *giving me that omg can you please just finish making me waffles look* Dammit Mom, there trying to tell you they touched the ipad with dirty hands. Behold the finger rule!
Me:Thats not the finger rule, i put in place, *i don’t think*
Rex: You moved that rule down to Finger Rule A!
Quin: Yeah Mama.
Me: *sighs* I can’t with you guys today, just clean up the mess you made and go sit in your zen zones. Quin you get 4 minutes. Rex, 8.
Rex: I told you not to tell her.
Quin: mama can i have my waffles first?” —
While i try and make waffles for the entire clan this happens:
(My sons)Quin-age 4; Rex-age 8(and 3/4); and my daughter, Jude-age 17
Aw thank you so much :) That means a lot! A lot of people actually find it odd, and i’m in the middle of NYC so that makes it even crazier! A family-friend based commune really does help though, you’ll always have someone on hand to help you out! :) I can’t wait to read more of your interesting stories and definitely can’t wait to tell you more of mine :)
Hi i’m mama D, but you can call me Snyder :)
“Well i’m almost sure but since this is the 8th time this week i thought it’d make you less upset” —My son Tristan (age 10)
YOU, staring neutral at the TV:
Your KIDS, looking everywhere but at the TV not to show any type of interest:
MORE?! Omg. I fucking love Tumblr.