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Friday night standoff results: Josiah 1, Hans 0.
They sat in the kitchen, Josiah wailing and Hans working his Sudoku, for at least an hour and a half. I took Annika up and gave her a bath. The wailing was much harder to hear from the bathroom.
Finally, Hans and Josiah came upstairs. Josiah was put straight to bed by his grim-faced father. I timidly inquired if Josiah had eaten and was tersely informed that he had not.
So, even though Josiah got a spanking and no story before bed, I think that, technically speaking, he did win the standoff.
Maybe he did learn a lesson, though, because yesterday he ate every single bite of every meal. Without any coercion at all, believe it or not.
Maybe he really is listening!
Yesterday we ran some errands. We went to Michael's, where we proceeded to drop $200 to get glass replaced in one of our French posters that caught the breeze and flew off a mantel, breaking the glass. I've been taught a lesson in regards to leaning things on mantels rather than properly driving a nail into the wall and hanging them. We also finally got Hans' Star Wars "Clone Wars" animation cell matted and framed. Pretty fancy for something that's going to hang in the garage, if you ask me, but it's what he wanted. As with all of our Star Wars "collectibles", this cell is going to be worth approximately $1,035 someday, thereby providing insurance for our future as champagne-drinking, yacht-sailing, luxury-German-car-driving rich people. I can't wait to CASH IN!!
Stopped at Wal-Mart on our way home to pick up some pudding, whipped cream and "Toy Story". The kids are getting close to being able to last through a Pixar full-length feature (though "Toy Story" was 80 minutes as opposed to "Cars" being something like 124). We've watched "Cars" a few times, also "Nemo" and we tried to watch "The Incredibles" the other night but Josiah was terrified of the evil robots and pretty much shrieks in fear every time we say the word "Incredibles".
Anyway, any of you who have been in our Wal-Mart (not to start ranting about WM again) know that it has to be one of the most ghetto WMs in the country. I mean, seriously. There are people who bring their own chairs and park them in the breezeway right near the front door and proceed to sit there for hours. I'm not joking...there is always a big group of people, and let's face it, some of them are a bit unsavory. I always park by the garden center and sneak in and out that door. Yesterday when we stopped, there were police cruisers in the parking lot, cops all over and a young lady in handcuffs. No one in the WM seemed to know what had happened, though. Maybe they see that a lot and have become desensitized to it...don't know.
That was our excitement for the day.
They sat in the kitchen, Josiah wailing and Hans working his Sudoku, for at least an hour and a half. I took Annika up and gave her a bath. The wailing was much harder to hear from the bathroom.
Finally, Hans and Josiah came upstairs. Josiah was put straight to bed by his grim-faced father. I timidly inquired if Josiah had eaten and was tersely informed that he had not.
So, even though Josiah got a spanking and no story before bed, I think that, technically speaking, he did win the standoff.
Maybe he did learn a lesson, though, because yesterday he ate every single bite of every meal. Without any coercion at all, believe it or not.
Maybe he really is listening!
Yesterday we ran some errands. We went to Michael's, where we proceeded to drop $200 to get glass replaced in one of our French posters that caught the breeze and flew off a mantel, breaking the glass. I've been taught a lesson in regards to leaning things on mantels rather than properly driving a nail into the wall and hanging them. We also finally got Hans' Star Wars "Clone Wars" animation cell matted and framed. Pretty fancy for something that's going to hang in the garage, if you ask me, but it's what he wanted. As with all of our Star Wars "collectibles", this cell is going to be worth approximately $1,035 someday, thereby providing insurance for our future as champagne-drinking, yacht-sailing, luxury-German-car-driving rich people. I can't wait to CASH IN!!
Stopped at Wal-Mart on our way home to pick up some pudding, whipped cream and "Toy Story". The kids are getting close to being able to last through a Pixar full-length feature (though "Toy Story" was 80 minutes as opposed to "Cars" being something like 124). We've watched "Cars" a few times, also "Nemo" and we tried to watch "The Incredibles" the other night but Josiah was terrified of the evil robots and pretty much shrieks in fear every time we say the word "Incredibles".
Anyway, any of you who have been in our Wal-Mart (not to start ranting about WM again) know that it has to be one of the most ghetto WMs in the country. I mean, seriously. There are people who bring their own chairs and park them in the breezeway right near the front door and proceed to sit there for hours. I'm not joking...there is always a big group of people, and let's face it, some of them are a bit unsavory. I always park by the garden center and sneak in and out that door. Yesterday when we stopped, there were police cruisers in the parking lot, cops all over and a young lady in handcuffs. No one in the WM seemed to know what had happened, though. Maybe they see that a lot and have become desensitized to it...don't know.
That was our excitement for the day.
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I know what you mean about your Wal-Mart. I entered with trepidation the first time we were there. It resembles what I would imagine one in Lagos Nigeria would look like. The people inside are fine though. So Joe is off his hunger strike, maybe he considered the time spent at the dinner table as less preferable than actually eating. He's a smart kid.