When the Rubber Hits the Road
A story about rubber, and running and ice cream and moons and everything else.
First, the behavior update: Pretty Good.
Not 10/10 good - but about an 8 and that’s all that can be asked of her.
I think she realized the punishment could be worse. At dinner today we got to talking about why she has no fun days and we asked if Carson got into trouble for his part of the fiasco on Monday night and it turns out he got grounded for a week!
And she thought her Dad was strict. She apparently hasn’t met Carson’s family.
And I’m not sure how - but on day 2 of the supposed no fun sentence there was dessert from the supermarket that Mommy bought. Yes, not Dad. MOMMY!
For shame, mommy!
It seems as the rules have slackened a bit here but we’re halfway through our sentence and as long as she’s well behaved and learns to listen better we’ll call the ice cream a momentary lapse of reason.
The plan this morning was I was to go out the door in the early hours and drive strangers to work, but the universe had other plans as I had a flat tire on the car.
This meant I was home to make French toast for breakfast and have fun outside on the driveway with my little troublemaker before the bus showed up for school.
Today we made videos. She thinks it was for fun but I was actually checking her stride and see if she’s any better with the walking on tippy toes thing that we can’t seem to get past:
If you watch, she does fairly well with the heel strikes so that’s good news and when there’s shoes on her feet the toe walking is less and that’s a good thing.
And then because we can’t NOT have fun when we get together we made another movie video, but this time it was just for fun:
Boy is she fast! She loved this one!
And before you knew it, the bus was here and we both had to start the day of no fun that both started and ended with fun for her regardless.
I guess I’m just not cut out for law enforcement.
Until next time,
TH and Co.