So, my friend Natalie told me she was teaching D1 (the other son is D2) to make his bed.
"Brilliant" I thought and immediately delegated that task to V.
As we all know, V was a softie and I think didn't enforce it all that much.
(Confession - I never make my bed. That's D's job and I think the one week he was away about two years ago is the only time in our marriage I made it. Moving on)
Enter Nanny S.
Well, the other day I arrived home and Connor grabbed me by the hand and told me to come look in the bedroom.
I went in and he says, "look Mummy, Connor made bed"
Pleased as punch (do you say that?).
I was so proud of him, especially because he was so proud of himself, smiling that gorgeous, big smile.
He told me in detail that he and S made the bed - and laid out all the steps.
Well, he's now become obsessive about this bed. We are not allowed to "make it ugly".
Last night I wanted to tuck him in but he didn't want me to take the blankets that were neatly folded and put them over him.
So we left him but then I crept in and covered him properly when he was asleep.
I'm focussing on the positive at the moment - he wants to make his bed!
Kendra, I assume, does the same, but she is not as attached to having a neat bed.
Anyway, here are pics - finally - of the big beds. For the record, they've had them since 14 March, the birthday of my friend with the twins, C.
|Thursday - today I told Kendra I want to wash Thursday. Well. If you live in Jhb, you may have heard the bloodcurdling scream.|
|little pillow from her baby days - I found this random pillow case in an oddments section at Mr P Home for R15 - love the bird|
Do your kids make their own beds?
Do you make your bed? :)
What else are you doing to foster independence that I can "steal" from you?