October Use Your Words

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Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.

I’m using… ghost ~ secret ~ Halloween ~ pumpkin ~ cool
They were submitted by:   http://www.renasworld.com

Fall is my favorite time of the year; the colors, sounds, smells, and the weather. One thing I don’t like is all the pumpkin flavor for everything. A few years ago it was nice to see a few pumpkin flavors, but now it’s EVERYWHERE and more than half of the time it’s not real…just chemicals made to taste like pumpkin.


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AJ wasn’t sure what he wanted to be for Halloween. He told me he wanted to be something cool and scary, I’m sure he picked this up from the other kids. He’s definitely out of the cute stage and into the cool stage. I just hope he knows, and that I taught him well, that being yourself is cool.

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AMAZON – Ninja Avenger II with Armor Children’s Green Costume

So off we wen to the party store in town in search of the “perfect” costume. I was sure he’d choose a zombie, ghost, or monster; but then he’d have to wear a mask and he would NEVER make it more than ten minutes with it on. In the end, he was torn between Indiana Jones and a green ninja….the green ninja costume won out in the end.

Now, what about my costume? Any suggestions or ideas? Nothing sexy or revealing…I want to be COVERED UP and warm. 

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So a few weeks ago I posted this on Facebook.

“So the cleaning lady we had flaked out on us. Decided to not find a replacement and save money. I know I am crazy, but saving money is more important than a super clean apartment.

Wish I had saved that cleaning schedule…do I create another one or just wing it? I HATE cleaning.”

I used to have a very detailed cleaning schedule years ago. it was so detailed that every day of the month had a specific thing to do. Instead of going back to that craziness, I searched all the cleaning schedules and created one that works for us. It’s no secret that I thought Hubby would laugh at my cleaning schedule, but he’s happily helping out. he does live here and wants to have a happy wife.

The great part is that if we clean out the microwave and toaster, the next week we can skip that and clean out the fridge. Or if the blinds and doors are still clean from last week, we can skip that day and relax. Having a chore that last the whole month makes life easier too, we have time to get to it and don’t feel rushed or over worked.

I’m more than happy to share, click on the cleaning schedule to download and then you’ll be able to edit it to your liking. 

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Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:

Fly on the Wall September

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Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 16 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes

Participants:

  • Mommy: AKA Karen, me…the wife and mom 
  • Daddy: AKA Tony, husband and dad
  • AJ – our only child, a 6 year old boy who thinks he knows it all and is the one in charge

AJ:

As I’m trying to leave for work in the morning, I have to tell hubby something important. AJ isn’t having any of that as he feels his thoughts and ideas must be heard over ours.

AJ: “Mommy I need to talk to you.”

Mommy: “Okay but let me tell Daddy something quickly.”

AJ: “No, Mommy. Focus! Focus on me!”

 Mommy: “When you help me around the house it makes me very happy” In response to AJ cleaning up what he dropped on the floor. 

AJ: “Really? Wow!” Is he happy that he helped me or shocked that I’m so pathetic?

 AJ: “I’m hungry.”

Mommy: “Well you just had cookies.”

AJ: “Well, can I have a banana at least?”

Mommy: “Yes, you can always have fruit.”

AJ: waves me off  “I’ll get it, you sit right there.”

AJ: “I’m looking for a show. I don’t remember the name. There’s a witch, cat, dog, broom, and dragon. It teaches you to be friends and fix things.”

After searching through Netflix for about ten minutes we found it…Room on the Broom. It’s a cute book and short movie. 

AJ started school one week before me. I love putting him on the bus for those few days as I normally only do pick up. The first week the buses are adjusting to their routes and traffic, so they can be a little late. AJ was tried of waiting so he decided to rest.

AJ: sighs loudly “Where is this bus? I’m tired of waiting. I have things to do.” 

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Daddy and Mommy:

One morning the frozen bag of pancakes I made is NOT in the freezer. How can that be? I thought I was going mad. Could AJ have eaten the remaining ten pancakes? After hours of searching, I find them in the fridge next to the vitamins. Hubby is the culprit, I know it!!!!! 

I nicely asked hubby but he denied it up and down. To show hubby I wasn’t picking on him, AJ was questioned as well. Not that I want to be mean, but they need to be in the freezer so they can last longer. 

AJ: “No, Mommy. It wasn’t me. Why would I do that?”

Later on, hubby admitted he might have done that by accident. I wasn’t too harsh on him, we all make mistakes. Heck, I’ve left out a HUGE batch of chicken quesadillas and chicken soup. I thought I’d let them cool off only to wake the next morning and have to toss it all out.  

September Use Your Words

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Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.

I’m using: back to school ~ books ~ uniforms ~ pep rally ~ football

They were submitted by: http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch 

Going to apologize in advance if it’s all disconnected…this was a tough one for me. My emotions kept getting in the way. 

AJ has started 1st grade, back to school another year old.. Yes, my sweet little boy, who I never tought would be potty trained is now a first grader. I swear he had a growth spurt the other night and is growing right before my eyes. It seems like only yesterday he was starting his first day of kindergarten. I blinked and now he’s in first grade. I’m afraid if I blink again he’ll be in middle school.

I wonder will the little boy who would cuddle in my arms as I read him bookstell me in teenage angst that he needs space as he locks himself in his room. Will he want to walk to school and back home with his friends? Will he want his mother to hug and kiss him or will that be embarrassing?

It may seem like it’s a ways off, but as parents we know it all passes too fast. I want to bottle up every moment with him and play it on demand each time I choose. All too soon he’ll be outgrowing his size 6/7 clothes when it only seems like yesterday his preemie outfits were too big for him.

I fear that my hugs and kisses will no longer be wanted. I hope he knows I need those hugs and kisses as much as he does.

Will he continue with karate? Will he need more uniforms as he outgrows his smaller ones? Will he make it to a black belt or higher? Will he rock at theater camp and continue performing and singing or will it just be a fad? Will he decide to participate in soccer or football? Will he still be friends with the kids he met at daycare and kindergarten? Will they be good friends, supporting each other and making smart choices? Avoiding peer pressure? Will he walk home and tell me all about the pep rally? His first date? His first love? His first broken heart? His soul mate?

I know the journey will be amazing and it’s better to wait for the answers. I just hope he’ll always need me.

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:

This Week I Read…

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Ten Apples Up On Top!

 

Amazon Summary:

Three friends balance counting and fun in this silly Beginner Book by Dr. Seuss and illustrated by Roy McKie. When a lion, a dog, and a tiger meet up, they soon discover that they can each do different things while balancing apples on their heads. Whether drinking milk, jumping rope, or roller-skating, they can do a lot with ten apples up on top! But watch out, she has a mop! She’ll knock those apples from up on top. Seuss’s apple-balancing characters will have youngsters reading, counting, and giggling!

Originally created by Dr. Seuss, Beginner Books encourage children to read all by themselves, with simple words and illustrations that give clues to their meaning.

AJ’s Review:

I like the ending, everyone has apples on their heads. They add more apples to their heads. It’s a good book for counting, kids will like it. My favorite part is when they all go kaboom. Go to your library and get it.   

SO ANGRY….HIS WONDERFUL VIDEO DID NOT PROCESS CORRECTLY ON YOUTUBE. I DELETED IT FROM MY PHONE THINKING IT WAS ALL GOOD…SIGHS….AJ WAS CRYING. 

Mommy’s Review:

Another cute book that uses receptive words and phrases to help kids decode and read. While most of it is too hard for AJ, he has an excellent memory and comprehension skills so he enjoyed reading, making predictions, and talking about the characters. 

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What are your kids reading? 

I’ll Keep You Safe

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Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 16 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Secret Subject Swap

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

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My subject is “Write a story about a child afraid of werewolves in his/her closet.” 

It was submitted by: http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com    

  • “Mommy! I’m scared.”
  • “Maaaaaaahhhhhhmyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!”
  • “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.”
  • “Mommy, help me.”
  • “Mommy, there’s a werewolf in my closet.”
  • “Mommy, I’m scared of the movie Daddy showed me. The man who melted will come after me.”
  • “Mommy, the movie Daddy showed me had goblins. I’m afraid the’re in my room.”
  • “Mommy! There’s a monster hiding in my room.”
  • “Mommy, please stay with me. I’m scared and can’t sleep.”

Every few nights, it’s the same thing. Poor AJ was too scared to be alone in his room. Poor AJ was terrified to wake up and be alone. He wanted his mommy to sleep with him till he fell asleep and sleep with him the entire night.

While this mommy loves her little boy to the moon and back, she can not sleep with her son all night. She saves those nights for when he’s desperately sick or on vacation. She stays with him till he falls asleep, often falling asleep herself then waking up about an hour later. Then begins the difficult task of applying mom-ninja moves to get out of a squeaky boy bed. Sometimes he stays asleep, other times she fibs and says she has to go to the bathroom and will be back…but she knows he goes back to sleep, then other times he wakes up and keeps calling for her or follows her to the bathroom. Those nights she knows he’s is NOT getting to bed at a decent time.

Where is Daddy in all of this? Well he’s either working or relaxing in bed. Don’t get too mad at him though. The little boy does not want Daddy to put him to bed, he wants his Mommy. See they have a special bedtime routine. First they read a few books then they do the One, Two, Three talk.

What’s is the One, Two, Three talk?

ONE thing we didn’t like about today. TWO things we did like about today. THREE things we hope for tomorrow. Mommy is trying to get her little man to think beyond himself when thinking of three things to hope for.

This Mommy knows she shouldn’t complain too much, because in just a few years this boy will no longer need his mommy. She will long to crawl into his bed and comfort him, but he won’t need her. Even with annoyance and exhaustion, she wants to hold onto these sweet and precious moments for as long as she can. No she does not want him to be scared, but she wants him to always need mommy’s hugs, kisses, and comfort. She wants him to know this mommy will always slay any monsters, dragons, werewolves, goblins and scary movie characters. This mommy will always protect her son.

Fly on the Wall August

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Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 13 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

Participants:

  • Mommy: AKA Karen, me…the wife and mom 
  • Daddy: AKA Tony, husband and dad
  • AJ – our only child, a 6 year old boy who thinks he knows it all and is the one in charge

ON VACATION:

Once in our hotel room, Tony made a phone call I heard him talking to staff about the safe. 

I looked at him thinking something was wrong with the safe. “I called, the safe is not working. I have to call back and get someone hear. The guy on the phone said it’s difficult to set.” 

I walked over, thinking that hotel safe’s are all pretty much the same. I was correct and set it up in less than a minute. 

“It’s all done. The combination number is ####.”

“You did it? You figured it out? How?”

“Ummmm, I followed the directions.”

After being too scared, then trying it once, AJ rocked the outdoor slide. In the video he asks us to catch him, but the other times he just wanted us to stand there. 

On the way home from vacation I had to stop by the local store to get food for tonight’s dinner. AJ got very mad, he wanted to go home immediately, therefore he had a major meltdown in the. He was screaming, crying, kicking and pulling my hair all from the backseat. Pulling over did nothing, he was in an irrational mood at this point (and over tired). 

“I want to go home now. It’s not fair. Take me home or I’ll have an attitude.” on repeat 

Mind you I got back in the car, in less than five minutes since it’s a small organic market. AJ was screaming the entire time I was in the store, kicking, and hitting everything in his reach. 

“You lied. You were longer than five minutes. I’m tired and I’m mad.” on repeat

POST VACATION: 

AJ wanted to watch cartoons that looked like they were for kids, but it really was for adults. He was naturally upset. After complaining for twenty minutes he settled on Doozers on Hulu Plus. “I’m mad and I don’t like this.”

“Then watch another show.”

“Stop talking, I can’t hear the TV.”

DEALING WITH A HUSBAND:

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FYI: I’m the brown speech bubble and Tony is the blue

If you never see or hear from Tony again, it’s probably because he made one of these comments again…

  • “Another meal got away from you Karen?” 
  • “Oh, I get it. It’s that time again.”
  • “Yup, you’re being your hormonal self.”
  • “Why does he get to do that?” (pointing to AJ…the 6 year old)   
  • “Just because he’s six and I’m forty is not a good enough reason.”

Life with AJ:

AJ earned his blue stripe belt, after remember his three moves. The next step is green. This is going to be long stretch as he has to remember all the moves from previous levels. In addition to that he has to do an hour of cardio before he even begins his test.

A sensei that assists was checking in kids and said to AJ. “I remember you. You always say thank you sir. I like that.” 

He was tested by different sensei than has been at previous tests. 

“Hi, you are new and don’t know me. My name is AJ, it’s hard to remember, but you’ll get it.”

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AJ and I made new crayons from melted ones. We tried to use bright and light colors. They came out great. For a week straight he had to show them to everyone we met. AJ LOVES to talk, so he gave a detailed explanation of how we made them.

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I created a garden using an old plastic pool. I cut holes in the bottom and planted tomatoes, dill, basil, peppermint, and parsley. We also planted peppers, but they didn’t grow. Going to get two pools next time. Most of the soil was from my compost!!!!

AJ loved to eat the tomatoes, right off the vines.

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Labor of Love

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Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 16 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.

Secret Subject Swap

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

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My subject is “Labor of Love” 

It was submitted by http://www.angrivatedmom.wordpress.com

Wow, labor of love, just three words full of so much power and emotion.

We tried for six years. Six years of trying to get pregnant, years of watching diaper and baby food commercials. Six years of being invited to baby showers and first birthdays. Six years of depression knowing it would never happen. Six years of waking up and going through life holding back tears knowing I was not a mom. Six years of sorrow and pain.

Then it was a whirlwind of information about prepping for IVF. It started with classes, then boxes of syringes, hormones, needles, and medicines. I had to organize it all and wondered if it would work, prayed it would, and tried not to fear the worst. I took on months of self-injections and my husband injecting me with hormones. I remember those nights of laying on my stomach, ice pack on my ass, waiting or hubby to give me the nightly injection. At the time it was scary and emotionally draining. Now, it’s sweet memories of a wonderful gift.

Then phone call came. That phone call, that comment that I was pregnant changed everything. A wave of relief washed over me, then fear followed. Would I stay pregnant? Would we be okay? Would I have a healthy baby? As each month passed, my baby grew. I felt him move and kick inside of me. Endless I love yous and continually rubbing my growing stomach started that day. I wrote to him and told him of my everlasting love. I told him I loved him the moment I saw him as a three-day old embryo. Yes I got to see him right before they inserted the embryos into my womb! Isn’t it amazing, looking back on that zoomed in picture…and now comparing him to AJ…what a miracle.

We survived a terrible doctor who refused to treat me correctly for preeclampsia. I should have been on bed rest or at least a work schedule that didn’t have me traveling to different schools. Instead at my 35 week appointment, I was told my baby was not at a great weight and I had to deliver immediately. After being induced and  loaded up with all sorts of medicines and finally given an epidural I had an emergency c-section. It was a risk, with all the medicine and my preeclampstia going under the knife was a risk. I didn’t care what happened to me, but I wanted my baby to survive. I delivered at 35 weeks and my poor son was only 4 pounds and 6 ounces. He spent two weeks in the NICU for an inability to swallow and low birth weight.

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Some said I was suffering from postpartum depression, others thought I was crazy. Actually I was just angry and grieving that I had to be brought into a locked room to see my son. I was miserable that other mothers on the ward got to hold their babies anytime they wanted and I couldn’t. Watching them in their rooms with their babies and families, as I was wheeled back to my room empty-handed, was torture. I was heartbroken because I had to leave the hospital without my son.

Finally when he was home, I developed repeated breast infections for two months. AJ was never able to latch on, so I kept pumping in vain. It was insane, but self-induced mom guilt forced me to keep going. Once I stopped it, a HUGE weight was lifted off of me. I felt better and really got to enjoy motherhood. I was no longer sick, and could focus on raising a happy and healthy baby boy.

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My son, his life, my journey of motherhood is a true labor of love. I am blessed to have experienced it all. I am thankful for my years of sorrow, I feel they make me even happier to be a mom.

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Fly on the Wall July

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Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 13 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

Participants:

  • Mommy: AKA Karen, me…the wife and mom 
  • Daddy: AKA Tony, husband and dad
  • AJ – our only child, a 6 year old boy who thinks he knows it all and is the one in charge

AJ: “I need help cleaning up these toys.”

Mommy: “No you took them all out, you need to clean them up.”

AJ: “You’re mean, you need to help me now!”

Mommy: “What I hear is that you have too many toys to clean up. So should we donate some of them?”

AJ: Screams… “NOOOOOO! You are mean. Now my throat hurts and it’s all your fault.” He repeats it over and over while cleaning up…just a tad bid dramatic. 

Daddy was in the shower, but AJ burst in the bathroom.

“Daddy I have to talk to you about my dream. I saw a rainbow and it had tons of colors and a colorful end. I’m serious for real life.”

“Okay, thanks for sharing, Buddy.”

“Now I’ll let you be.” AJ closes the door after he walks out.

AJ insisted that he wears his SpiderMan outfit from two Halloween’s ago.

Mommy:”Do you need help?

AJ: “No, I can do it. Watch and learn.”

Mommy: “Okay, but now it’s time to eat.”

AJ: “When I’m ready. I was out saving people. That’s more important than eating dinner.”

Mommy: “Sit down and eat dinner now. We are all home and we will eat as a family.”

AJ: grumbles, “Fine, but I’m still SpiderMan.”

He was watching Digimon while playing with his Pokemom. I decided to ask him a question that was pretty difficult for him. 

Mommy: “If Pokemom and Digimon got into a fight, who would win?”

AJ: silence with a face of horror. “Ummm, I…ummm.”

Mommy: “I know it’s a difficult question to answer.”

AJ: “It is. I don’t think they would win. What do you think, Mommy?”

Mommy: “So you think it would be a tie. I think Pokemom would win because they are real and Digimon are digital.”

AJ looks at me for a few moments thinking about what I said. “I think Digimon because they have more power.”

While driving Anthony to summer camp

AJ: “Did you know I was going to be a boy?”

Mommy: “No, I wanted to be surprised. Everyone wanted to know. It took me a long time to have a baby and I was happy to have either and boy or girl.”

AJ: “Did Daddy know?”

Mommy: “No, but he tried to get the doctor to tell him. The doctor said Nope, Karen is my patient, not you.”

AJ: giggles from the backseat

Mommy: “When you were born the doctor said ‘It’s a boy’ and I cried out ‘I have a son.’ I was so happy.” (He’s seen a video of him being born through c-section. No blood or guts, but you can see him being lifted above the blue curtain and I’m telling him the truth when I say he came out of my belly.

AJ: “I’m glad I’m not a girl.”

Mommy: “Why?”

AJ: “I don’t want to be cut to have a baby.”

Mommy: “Well that makes sense.” Nothing like a kid to tell you like it is.

Conversation between Tony and I….hold on, it’s a doozy.

Tony: “Sometimes you are kooky, admit it.”

Karen: “Based on what?”

Tony: “Based on what I see.”

Karen: “On what norms and groups? What am I being compared to?”

Tony: “On people I know.”

Karen: “But if you are calling me strange, who are the non strange people I’m being compared to?”

Tony: “Just people I know.”

Karen: “Well….who?”

Tony: “Just people.”

Karen: “Seems like you are just calling me names and throwing out opinions without a norm based reference.”

Tony: “What?  Stopping being a teacher.”

Karen: “Well give me the ‘normal, not kooky” group and we’ll compare me to them.”

Tony: “How about &&&&& and &&&&&?” (He names two women I know and I give him examples of them being just as ‘kooky’ as me.  His response…the ‘I’m wrong’ face. 

Tony: “This is crazy. “You’re kooky and that’s it.”

Karen: “Well if you’re going to make a judgement, have a norm to base it on so you can justify it. Otherwise you’re talking out of your ass.”

His response is to then sing and try to annoy me…but I know I won.  

 

Do you Allows Toys in the Living Room?

Renting a small apartment means limited space and no playroom. In our home we have a living room, spot for a dining table and chairs, kitchen with hardly any counter space, and two bedrooms. That’s it…no playroom, den, or office. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE my small apartment. It keeps me from overloading it with unnecessary items and we have a garage, driveway, lawn, and we’re close to the center of town. clean living room collage

Now with a small apartment, my office is a spot on the couch…which is NOT comfortable, but it works. I prefer the other couch, but I have the roll-out electric fireplace that I use as a make shift table. office couch

AJ has a nice sized room, but never plays in there. I can hear AJ in his room and see into part of it from the kitchen. He even has a TV and DVD player. Despite all that he tries to drag all his toys into the living room.

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I put my foot down while cleaning and organizing this summer. I made it very clear that no toys are to be brought in the living room, it’s only for watching TV and movies. I set up a play space for him on the side of the couch near his bedroom door…that was working…for a bit.

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Well as you can suspect it only lasted two days…soon toys were everywhere in the living room, cushions were down and made into forts, and it was a mess once again. Hubby is frustrated as wants to enjoy the living area as do I, but at the same time I understand our son doesn’t want to be cast off in his room. At this point, I have given up fighting him on the toys and mess, though I have limited the amount he brings in the space.

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If we didn’t have that basement door between the bedrooms, we could set up a play area there. That would make a perfect spot for AJ to play while keeping our living room clutter free…but we need to have access to that door at all times.

Where do you let your kids play with their toys?

Getting Paid to do Chores

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Around my early twenties I heard on a talk show that the best way to teach your kids about money and chores was to pay them half their age each week for chores. I always remembered that and thought about instilling this when I had kids. Fast forward to years later when we had AJ and I thought it would be better to make him do chores because he lives here and it’s what he has to do. We all need to have a hand in keeping up our home and he never needs for anything.

Now, AJ’s starting to ask for more toys, videos, games, and other things he sees. He’s not spoiled, but has no concept of the value of money and what it means to work for it. So I decided to go back to my original plan.

AJ is now getting paid $3.00 every Friday for basic and expected chores around the house. He must set the table, clean the table after he eats, put away his toys, put pillows back on the couch, fold towels and put them away, and vacuum (use the carpet sweeper) his room.

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For extra money (25 to 50 cents), he can do other chores….such as washing dishes, replacing toilet paper, cleaning the bathroom sink, sweeping the porch, clean the dining room chairs, and clean the kitchen floor.

As he gets older not only will the difficulty of the chores, but the amount of money will increase as well. When he’s 7 he’ll get paid $3.50, when he’s 8 he’ll get $.4.00, 9 years will get him $4.50…and so forth.

What about when he’s in his teens? That’s almost no money per week. What if he takes on more responsibility? Can he get more per week? 

I hope that by the time he’s ready for working papers he will get an after school job and working hard to earn money will be a no-brainer for him.  Though helping around the house will still be expected. As for increasing his amount per week, I think that is open to discussion. Right now the small amounts are good enough. If he wants to earn more per week, then he will be expected to do more.

Hubby and I had a discussion about when AJ’s older, he can rake leaves, shovel snow, wash cars, take out the garbage, and even do his own laundry.

How does earning money help him understand how to save? 

We are keeping a record of what he has in his wallet and bank at home. Money in his wallet is for spending. He keeps asking to spend it, but I keep reminding him he may want to spend it on our upcoming vacation. This will prepare him for keeping a well detailed check register, understand what it means to save and spend money, and how to save for something big.

If he saves up $20.00 and puts it in the big bank, then I will add another $20.00. I think an incentive to save is not only great for him, but will increase the amount we have saved for his college fund.

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What about giving to charity and helping others? 

Yes I encourage helping and giving to others. AJ likes give at church and for other donations. He already donates clothes and toys and giving money to help charities is important. For Christmas time AJ will spend some of his money to help out kids in need. Though getting him involved in a specific charity or cause might be beneficial as well.

Do you pay your kids for chores? Teach them how to save?
How to help with charities?