I just finished playing a super fun round of Poop or Chocolate??. Of course, in this game there are no real winners, just one loser. Me. 

Yesterday morning I walked into the dining/entertainment/play/tv room Great Room and witnessed Spawn happily splashing her cereal milk from her tray onto the floor. My too-silent partner was sitting there holding the baby and when I asked him why he was allowing this to happen he assured me that he had told her to stop and that it was bad. See what happened there? I unknowingly found myself playing a quick round of House. I was the Mother to three young children who didn't have a care in the world, la la la. As with Poop or Chocolate??, I am the only real loser here. Just to keep things real simple for you, both games can just be called My Personal Hell. Weeeeeeee!

One game I've grown weary of...

is that one where the kid throws stuff on the ground and then I pick it up and the she throws it on the ground, repeat, etc. This isn’t one of those activities that is fun for both “parent and child” like watching Oprah or going out for ladies’ lunch. Which reminds me of a question I’ve been dying to ask since I found out I was pregnant: when is it too early to start disciplining? Maybe I’ll just play around with it. Next time she throws stuff, I’ll take away her baby monitor privileges. Next to go: independent play time. Although… whose getting punished here? I’m thinking maybe of banking her punishments. And then WHAMO! When she turns 12, she’ll get a macaroni and construction paper card wishing her the best and a list of her bad deeds since, well labour should be the first one,explaining how she’s punished until she’s 18. And then she’s free to go. Nay, encouraged.