Girls versus Boys

Once upon a time we had a little girl named Kenzie.

When she was about 4 years old we had a massive cardboard box that we set upside down and cut out some windows and a door that legitimately opened and closed, she painted and colored the out side and just like that we had fun little indoor playhouse for a couple weeks.

She played with that thing for hours. A blanket on the floor made a cozy carpet. Her doll and all it’s accessories fit nicely inside and they had all kinds of calm, sensible fun.

That house got a bit beaten and battered but it stayed up right and in one piece until we got tired of it and smashed it for the garbage guy.

Once again we ended up with a big box. It’s a bit smaller then the last one but still holds two little boys quite easily.

Thinking back to those hours of quietness while Kenzie played contentedly in the box house gave me this grand idea…

I would use this box to entertain my boys! (Kenzie is in school) My mind was filled with serene images of two little boys playing contentedly in this box while I sit on the chair with a good book, a cozy blanket and some coffee. ( Don’t judge please, it is snowing after all.) 😝 Not to mention the fact that we ended up in some bushes BESIDE the road this morning on the way to school. (That’s a whole other blog.)🙃

Can’t you just envision how amazing my morning will be? I will most definitely feel refreshed after this!

So, I brought the box in from the garage, laid it on its side and showed my two very enthusiastic little guys how they could sit in there with their toys and how the flaps made amazing doors that could be opened and closed.

They were thrilled alright.

For a grand total of 5 minutes.

Then they decided that this box was better suited for climbing on.

Which led to a semi-flattened box…

IT’S A SLIDE!!!!

So they spent some time sliding.

Next it became a ramp for tractors and cars.

Then they discovered that if they run across the room and jump on this box, it will slide a couple of inches giving them a short but (I’m assuming) sweet little ride.🤦‍♀️

Next they decided to count the blue circles on the box. There is twenty ’twone’ Kyna declared.

Another amazing discovery was the fact that with quite a bit of tugging and pulling and huffing and puffing it was possible to tear the box apart!

Currently (after only about 20 minutes) the box is laying on its side quite beaten and battered while the boys are playing train on the kitchen chairs.

What can I say? 🤷‍♀️ They sure were entertained for a short while but it definitely wasn’t quiet!🤓

As for my reading… I still didn’t pick up a book since I was too busy watching the boys and wondering what that box would be capable of doing next.

And then I had to blog about it.😎 The coffee was great tho.

P.S. Don’t worry I wouldn’t trade my noisy boys for the world! 🙂 (or for quiet little girls.)

But we sure do appreciate our Kenzie whose play is a bit quieter and calmer. 🙂

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Would I Recognize Jesus

This is a question I’ve been pondering for the last couple years.

When Jesus was born, many of the Jews (his chosen people) didn’t even realize who he was. While others, like King Herod, recognized his power immediently to the point where they wanted to kill him before he fulfills the prophecies that were spoken about him before his birth.

The Jewish people believed that a Messiah was coming to deliver them, they believed that this was going to happen and yet when Jesus was born many doubted that this was really God’s answer to their prayers.

In my own life, I have learned that God rarely operates inside the box like we expect him to, instead he seems to find great joy in moving in ways that we never expected him too.

I know from experience that he does answer prayers but it rarely looks anything like I expected it too…

And that is why I ask… If Jesus came to earth today, would I recognize him?

Guys, Jesus doesn’t seem to care about our man made rules, in fact he tends to break the rules! 

You see it repeatedly in the Gospels, Jesus did things that left the Pharisees frustrated. These were the people who knew the law and kept the law. Yet when the Saviour came to set them free from the law they couldn’t receive the gift he was offering because he was going against their belief system.

If Jesus came today would we allow him to change our minds and hearts or would we not even recognize him for who he is because he does things differently then we think they should be done?

Do we recognize when he answers our prayers?

I have prayed many prayers that I thought I knew how God would answer, it was so simple in my mind…

“God, I need more patience!” I prayed and I expected to supernaturally become a more patient person.

BUT

Instead God gave me many opportunities to practice patience, he taught me how to rely more fully on him when I couldn’t do it all on my own strength.

You see, God isn’t interested in making us instantly perfect on the outside, he wants to transform us from the inside out.

He wants to get to the root of that impatience and cut it all off for once and for all!

Our prayers are rarely lofty enough. God wants to give us more then we ask for.

Our goal is being a patient person, his goal is complete heart transformation!

Our goal is to sell a little more soup, his goal is for us to sell a whole new line of food!

Let me explain. 🙂

Through the summer we sell a lot of cold salads, in the winter we sell more soups, so we were trying to figure out what we could do to push our soups more.

We came up with a few ideas and we prayed about it and we both felt like God said…

How are you going to make more money off these soups if you only keep making the same amount of soup each week?

Good point! We need to make more soup before we can make more sales!😊

This is kind of a big deal, however, because if we make extra food but don’t sell it, it eats our profit big time.

So, we decided to take ‘a leap of faith’ and the next week we made double batches of 3 of our soups. Just so you know…  that is not a small amount.

God answered our prayers, but it looked nothing like we thought it would.

We didn’t sell the extra soups.

And yet we did.

The day before we even made these extra soups we found out that the stand we had pursued earlier was now available at the price we had said we would be willing to pay.

Long story short…

By the end of the week we were the owners of this other stand so we put all our extra soup in the freezer to sell as hot soups at the new stand the next week.

If you don’t think about it too much it looks like God let us sit, we didn’t actually sell those extra soups so he didn’t really answer our prayers right? Especially when you consider the fact that our goal was to make more money but we ended up spending money on the new stand instead.

However, if you look at it from a different perspective, you will see that God actually answered our prayers above and beyond what we even asked for!

Our goal was to sell a little bit more soup, God’s  goal was to give us a whole new line of food to sell. With this new stand we will be selling more soup plus many other new things which equals a profit increase greater then we had even dreamed of.

And that is why I’m asking myself, if Jesus came today, would I recognize him even if he doesn’t operate the way I expect?

When he answers my prayers in the most unexpected ways do I recognize it or do I feel frustrated that he doesn’t answer the way I wanted him to?

Do I actually believe that he wants more for me then I can even imagine or think to ask for?

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more then all we can ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us. Ephesians 3:20

 

Dreams and Why They Matter.

I was 20 years old and living more for myself the I was for Jesus, but I had a dream that left me with a slightly eerie feeling. Because even tho, at that point, I had zero knowledge on charismatic Christianity, I KNEW that this dream meant something.

My brother had just turned sixteen, and was the proud new owner of a fairly expensive Tahoo. In my dream, I saw this vehicle slide off the road, the details are a bit blurry but the part I remember clearly was Mike standing in front of his truck eyeing the fairly significant amount of damage with a mixture of shock and disappointment.

This dream scared me, and I spent the next couple days pleading with God to not let him die in a car wreck. I did keep coming back to the fact tho that in the dream, Mike was very much alive after the wreck.

Guys… he wrecked his truck. And the details of that wreck and the details in my dream were close enough the same that it put the fear of the Lord in me. Not to mention the awe I felt at how incredible and magnificent God is!

I could tell you countless dreams that I have had over the last decade that have to some degree come to pass.

Like the time I dreamed that I had 5 kids under the age of 5 and I felt stressed out, frustrated and out of control. I laughed that dream off because my first two kiddos were already almost 3 years apart so it wasn’t even possible.

Well, God reminded me of this dream when we had 3 foster kids and 2 kids of our own… all under the age of 5!

When I was praying for a mentor, I had a dream of me emailing some unknown person and they would email back with all kinds of amazing wisdom. This dream didn’t come true for months but guys it happened! She is an amazing no-nonsense kind of woman who serves God with the kind of passion that I want, and she pours into many younger people. I talk to her in person but the main line of communication that I have with her is through email.

Dreams was one of those things that I wasn’t that interested in but once it became a reoccurring thing in my life, I decided to get educated on it. For me that means spending an insane amount of time googling it, then once I’m convinced it’s a thing I buy books, read blogs, watch video series and pretty much get all the information I can on this latest subject of interest.

Oh, and then I blog about it. 🙂

Well, my research has me convinced that most (all?) dreams mean something.

It’s biblical guys, if you don’t believe me just read all the scriptures that tell us about God talking to people through dreams.

God sent an angel to Joseph in a dream to warn him to flee to Egypt with Mary and baby Jesus.

God spoke to Joseph in a dream (the sheaves bowed down to him)

There is many, many more illustrations in the Bible of how God used  dreams to speak to people.

The dreams I shared above were dreams that happened quite literally, but most dreams are in more of a parable form. (again this is biblical, Jesus rarely taught people outright, most times he spoke to them in parables, which leaves us scratching our heads in confusion unless…

Unless we are interested.

Then we can pray into it and we will find that there actually is an easily understood interpretation.

That’s how it is with dreams. You’ve got to interpret them.

There’s 3 questions to ask yourself that are the keys to unlocking your dreams.

1. What is currently going on in your life?

2. What was the main action of the dream?

3. What emotion was I feeling?

Here’s an example of a dream I had recently.

Someone stole Checkers lunch and thermos, and I was angry! But there was nothing I could do about it because this person proclaimed that she had rights to these things, not to mention, everyone else was backing this person up!

‘Get over it Grace,’ they said and fired all kinds of accusations my way about how this was actually my fault.

I. Was. Livid. 

At the end of the dream, however, things somehow turned around and I was told to go this person’s house and get the lunch and thermos back, when I got there, they very unwillingly gave back my things, and to my surprise both were filled to the brim with food, even though it was empty when they took it.

Well, so that sounds like a crazy, weird dream, right? But once I asked God for the interpretation, and asked myself the 3 questions, it was actually and exciting dream!

It’s a long story but what’s happening in my life right now? Well, I do feel like something is being taken from me.  How do I feel about this? I feel angry! But this dream holds a promise that gives me peace in the moment, even tho I don’t know what the out come will be. Because in my dream it ended well, in my dream, I ended up getting more back then I had lost!

And that my friends is why I’m so excited about hearing what God is telling us through our dreams!

 

Green Sticky Notes For Lunch

I was doing bookwork.

That’s what we do Monday mornings, bookwork and ordering, it’s as standard as breakfast.

I had a green sticky note with some totals on it that I wanted to transfer to a more official location, but until I had time to do that, the sticky note sufficed.

It was laying on the counter, patiently waiting it’s turn of recognition, when I moved a book and the breeze created by this movement sent my green sticky note fluttering to the floor.

I eyed it from my perch, wishing it back but it refused to budge, oh well, I would get it when I was ready for it.

In the meantime, however, a curious little guy named Myles noticed a bright lime green spot on the floor and came to investigate. I watched him a bit, he wiggled his fingers as it stuck to them for a second then fluttered to the ground. He tried to pick it up but his baby fingers weren’t having much luck.

I went back to my papers and forgot about my baby and the sticky note.

About 10 minutes later I got up to put Myles down for his nap but first I was going to pick up that sticky note.

Except it was no where around.

“Huh, he musta ate it.” I muttered to myself as I searched a bit. Oh well, it would turn up.

I found Myles in the toy room and as I scooped him up I noticed shreds of lime green paper on his shirt.

He really did start eating that paper! I thought as I headed back to the nursery to change his diaper.

As I laid him down, he started throwing a fit, diaper changes are basically a crime in his opinion. His crying, however, gave me a perfect view of the inside of his mouth… the inside of his green sticky note covered mouth!

I started digging and pulled out many fairly big clumps of paper. By the time I was done I had a fairly big pile of wet, smushed paper and I was pretty sure I had found all of my sticky note.

The whole thing… in his mouth… and he hadn’t even so much as gagged.

I did not try to put it back together. The numbers on there weren’t that important. 🙂

The Big Red Button

We attended a conference on ‘Relationships’ last spring. It was 3 days long and each day held a theme. Day 1 was business relationships, day 3 was on any and all relationships and day 2…

Day 2 was exciting… It was on parenting. 🙂

And parenting is something that I get pretty fired up about, because how you parent matters more then anything you’ve ever done, and it matters more then most people seem to be aware of!

Guys… We have got to get it right! We cannot leave it up for chance, just hoping our kiddos turn out all right! This is real people with real feelings and real souls that we are in charge of!

I actually often have to tone down what I say when the subject comes up, because I’m so passionate about it that I might end up scaring people or even making them feel like they aren’t doing a good job and that is not my goal at all, since I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t be helpful to anyone.

But still…

In so many ways you hold your child’s future in your hands, it is their life but you are shaping that life.

You are the voice in their head, your words have the power to make them or break them.

There’s 2 things that I have a really hard time keeping my mouth shut about when I see it. (and sometimes I wonder if it’s ok to stay silent.)

  1. Control. You are literally abusing your right as the authority figure in your child’s life if you control them. The goal is to have a relationship with our kids and through that we can guide and teach them.
  2. Words. The words you speak over, to and about your children carry a spiritual weight that can and will effect their life, if you speak degrading or abusive words to or about your child you are literally opening doors for demons to enter into your child’s life to torment and confuse them until these kiddos grow up and figure out that these demons can be cast out. (Which by the way, is a revelation that most people never have.)

Yes, it really, literally is that big of a deal.

Don’t make your children grow up to clean up the mess that you made out of their lives.

What’s all that got to do with a big red button?

It doesn’t really have anything to do with it actually, I just got a bit off track.

So back to the right track… 🙂

At this conference we learned about the big red button.

Every parent has one, and every child knows it. 🙂

So, you know in those moments, when you just kind of ignore your child’s minor misdeed or whining because sometimes, it’s easier to just let the small things slide. (Am I the only one with this parenting flaw?) :-/

This is when Kyna deems it appropriate to use the big red button. 

When he wants something and I ignore him, hoping that he’ll just forget about it, it does not sit well with him and he figured out that if he stands right beside me and screams really loudly, it will most definitely get my attention.

Even though my response to this is 100% of the time not a pretty sight, he still does it, because to him, even a negative response is better then being ignored when he needs a little bit of love.

One evening we were outside cleaning the work truck and Kyna wanted something,

Checkers’ answer was, “When we go inside.”

Kyna kept whining and Checkers ignored him. “You might want to talk it out with him.” I said, “Because he doesn’t like being ignored.” I then proceeded to tell him how Kyna reacts when I try the ignoring tactic.

Just then we realized that Kyna stopped whining and was on the other side of the work truck very intentionally running his dirty hands over the clean truck.

I was amazed. He’s only two but he already figured out that I have zero tolerance for being yelled at so that’s a sure way to get my attention and he also figured out that Checkers’ has a higher tolerance for noise so that probably won’t work on him but messing up Daddy’s clean truck will most definitely get his attention.

How do they know these things?

And if they know that much what else are they seeing in our lives that might not be good?

One Wild Imagination

She loves pretending to be someone else.

Which is fine.

And she loves to pretend I’m someone else.

Which is not always so fine.

Like the day I was informed that: “Mom, you’re Maumy, I’m Rhoda and this (a random stuffed animal) is Carson.

“Ok.” I agreed absentmindedly.

“So, Maumy, I’m going to market, can you watch Carson for me?

“Sure!” I agreed even though deep down inside I was really wishing I could just be myself! 🙂

I have been just about every person I know, so if you’re in our life, just know that at least one of us here has probably carried your name for at least 5 minutes. 🙂

That’s not creepy at all, is it? 🙂

Sometimes it’s kinda fun, sometimes it’s tolerable , sometimes it’s stressful and other times it’s downright frustrating!

“Mom! You’re going to be David and I’m going to talk to you.”

“K.” I agreed. I was knee deep in paperwork.

“So David, We are going to make s’mores, do you want one?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, do you want chocolate milk or tea with it?”

“Yea.”

“No David! Do you want chocolate milk or tea with it?”

“Sure.” I’m trying desperately to make my numbers match.

“MOM!” Do you want chocolate milk or tea with it?!” 

“What?! Oh. Tea” What?! S’mores and tea?! That will most definitely not be happening. Not even in the pretend world. “Chocolate milk. I want chocolate milk Kenz.”

“K. David Do you know how to start the campfire?”

“What?” I’m trying to organize all the bills.

“Do you know how to start the campfire?”

“MOM!”

“What?!” 

“You’re David and you need to talk when I talk to you!”

“Kenz, this really isn’t working. I need to think and I can’t think if I have to talk.”

“Ok, well you can still be David and I’m gonna talk to you but you don’t have to talk to me.”

“Ok.” I agreed. The only part I heard was where she said I wouldn’t have to talk.

“Hey David?”

I almost answered then remembered that I didn’t have to talk.

“Hey David? We need to get this campfire started. Could you help us out?” She’s standing 2 feet away from me, looking right at me and talking. I was suddenly not sure if this was any better then when I had to talk! The harder I tried to ignore her, the more I heard every word and the harder it was to concentrate!

And now I had a really big dilemma because I could no longer tell her I wasn’t going to participate in this game because… Well, because I already wasn’t required to do anything other then exist!

Thankfully, talking to a mute David wasn’t much fun and she moved on to more exciting thing rather quickly. 🙂

 

 

That’s Gonna How Not It Bees

I was laying on his bed beside him trying to coax him into taking a nap, because he So. Very. Desperately needed to sleep.

Kyna, however did not think this nap to be a necessity at all. 

He tossed, he turned, he laid quietly for about 5 seconds, his eyelids began to droop and then…

He sat up!

And started talking, he was doing everything in his power to not take a nap.

Did you ever notice how you literally cannot make a child sleep.

He was drifting off again, but he quickly stopped that from happening by bursting into song.

I was getting frustrated so I laid down the law.

“Kyna, you need to take a nap, you may not talk and you may not sit up till you sleep.”

“But Mom! That’s gonna how not it bees!”

“What?” I was so very confused.

“That’s gonna how not it bees.” He whined again.

I still had no clue what he was trying to say so I just agreed. “Ok.”

He looked at me in surprise. “May I get up?”

“No Kyna! Not till you take a nap!”

“No Mom, that’s gonna how not it bees.”

Now we are back to that?!

“Kyna, I don’t know what you are saying, but you need to be quiet and sleep now.”

“But Mom, that’s gonna how not it bees!”

Suddenly my brain started working and I figured out what he was trying to say.

But Mom, that’s not how it’s gonna be! 🙂 

Sorry buddy but yes, that’s how it’s gonna be.

 

 

Water Showers At Midnight

It was the middle of the night, and I was sleeping quite well.

And probably dreaming of something sweet and blissful, I really have no idea because the only thing I remember is my two year old suddenly hollering wildly and loudly right beside my bed!

“Kyna! What is wrong?!” My heart was pounding and I’m pretty sure my hair was probably standing on end from the fright he gave me.

Did I mention that it was in the middle of the night?!

I actually don’t no which was scarier though, his yelling or the fact that he came all the way up the steps and stood right beside my bed and I had no clue anyone was around! 😦

He calmed down as soon as I spoke to him. “I dumped lou’re (you’re) water.” he sniffed out, still teary eyed.

Why was there water on my nightstand in the first place?

Because it solves two problems all at once.

  1. If I get thirsty in the middle of the night (which only happens like every night), I don’t have to run all the way down to the kitchen for a drink.
  2. If my kids get thirsty in the middle of the night, I don’t have to run all the way down to the kitchen to get them a drink.

“Oh.” I touched the carpet. “Oh! Yea, you did.”

Yea, you spilled it alright. You spilled the whole thing! The whole quart. The quart that was pretty much completely full. I can tell because the carpet isn’t just a little bit wet! And not to mention you almost gave me a heart attack with your reaction to these events.

Thankfully, I was too tired to voice all my thoughts, besides who cares, it’s what, midnight? Which means by morning it would probably be dry, which means I wouldn’t even need to clean it up. Yes, good plan, we’ll just pretend it never even happened, it’s just water after all.

“It’s alright buddy. Here I’ll help you help.” I reached to pick him up only to encounter…

More wetness.

No wonder he reacted so aggressively. His shirt was drenched! Even I might have made a scene if I was suddenly wearing a full glass of water in the middle of the night. I was considering making a scene anyway since I could no longer ignore this unpleasant situation because I now had to get out of bed and run all the way downstairs, not for a drink but for clean clothes. (And maybe a drink since my glass was quite obviously empty.)

Did I mention that this was in the middle of the night?!

I suddenly had a bright idea, I checked his pants, they were dry! Well, mostly anyway, close enough that we went back to plan A, we removed his shirt, tucked him into bed beside me, forgot about the drenched shirt and carpet and happily drifted off to dreamland. 🙂

And that my friends is parenting at it’s finest, when you can make problems disappear with your mind instead of doing actual work. :-p Especially if it’s in the middle of the night!

Did I mention that it was in the middle of the night?!

Oh and I won’t mention the part where the problem actually did still exist the next morning. 🙂

Food Drama

She has very sensitive taste buds.

Which is the tactful way of saying that she is extremely picky about what foods may enter her mouth.

Even as a baby Kenzie never ‘tasted’ everything she got her hands on. With her I simply never worried about keeping small objects off the floor, because she didn’t put them in her mouth so there was no real concern of her choking on things.

That was the good part.

The bad part?

I had a really hard time getting her to put food in her mouth as well then. To this day she will only drink chocolate milk, grape juice or water and sadly I can’t take credit for that. It was not our good parenting skills that taught her not to like soda or ice tea, it was simply her own pickiness about what enters her mouth.

She does love chocolate and whoopee pies though, but even when it comes to desserts, she has a pretty limited selection, she likes gum but most other non chocolate candy gets rejected.

She doesn’t even eat sandwiches. She loves butter bread though, but if it has jelly or peanut butter on it, then it’s definitely inedible.

There is one thing, however, that is worse then any other food out there.

Veggies. This is the worst of the worst in her opinion.

However, every evening for supper, she has no choice in the matter, she must eat her veggies and I am quite proud to say that lately she eats her food by herself, with minimal coaxing, and it gets done within minutes, instead of hours.

Please, do not ask though how many hours, bribes, consequences and whatever else we could think of it took to get her to this place.

Yea, if you knew the answer to that, you would probably give up on your picky eater before you even start! 🙂 Just know that there is hope. This battle can be won. Eventually.

There is one more problem though (we are working on it but we haven’t quite been successful yet.)

She complains.

She eats it, but not without making sure everyone within hearing range knows how terrible it tastes and how awful it is that she needs to eat it.

“MOM, not this again! I don’t like it! Why do you always make broccoli, you know I don’t like broccoli!”

One morning I set their breakfast on the table, “Guys, your food is ready!”

Kenzie walked toward the table and said with a hint of dread in her voice, “Mom, what is it? Is it eggs again, I don’t want eggs, you always make us eat…”

“Ohhhhhhhhh!”

“It’s oatmeal! I love oatmeal! All is well!” She declared, as she sat down and dug in.

What can I say? As a mom sometimes you gotta claim the victories where you can! 🙂

If you’re wondering just how far we came in this food battle here’s an example of how it used to be, The Breakfast Battle 🙂

We Have A Problem

I tried to drop him off at my parents’ house with Kenzie and Myles but his eyes filled up with those big giant tears and…

Well, let’s just say that tears are a weakness of mine.

So I strapped him back into his carseat and took him along to market even though I already knew what the outcome would be.

He would whine. Probably 95% of the time, because he gets so very bored at market.

I wasn’t wrong.

We were at market for a grand total of 5 minutes when it started.

“Mom, I’m ready to go to Maumy’s house now!”

“Well bud, you missed it. We are not leaving until we are done making food.”

“Oh.”

“I need a drink.”

I got him a drink.

“I’m hungry!”

I got him some crackers.

“I want chocolate milk.”

“Soon Kyna, you just had a drink.”

And so he brought out his whiny voice…

“I want a drink, I need chocolate milk, I want it now, my cracker broke! I don’t want this cracker, I want another cracker, I HAVE TO GO POTTY!”

And so we went potty.

We were re-entering the stand: “I want toys. We should get toys!”

“Soon.”

“I need to go potty again!”

“Kyna we just went, find something to do please.”

He wondered off for a bit but was soon back. “I need another cracker, I want some those cookies, I need chocolate milk, I hurt my toe you should blow it, I want chocolate milk, we should get chocolate milk now, Mom! you said I may have chocolate milk!”

Maybe, just maybe the chocolate milk would solve all his problems, and so I caved.

We went potty again. I’m pretty sure the farther away the restrooms are the more often my kids need to use them. #momfacts  And on the way back we got chocolate milk, surely the wining would stop now.

That was about the craziest thought I had all day.

The whining stopped for as long as it took to drink that chocolate milk that failed quite miserably to wield any magical powers.

“Mom, I’m ready go now, mom I want some that cookie ‘sert (dessert), I want other toys now, I want cookie ‘sert, I want more chocolate milk, can I have that? I want more cookie ‘sert!”

And that is when I reached the end of my tolerance for whining. I got down on his level, looked him straight in the eye and made sure he was listening and understanding the words that were coming out of my mouth.

“Kyna do you want to be fun and stop whining right now, or do you want to go sit over there on that box until you’re ready to be fun?”

He considered his options for a moment then very seriously said:

“But mom, that’s a problem. Because if I quit whining then you wont give me cookie ‘sert.”

Shocked silence on my end for a second.

Oh, we definitely have a problem alright!

If he thinks whining will get him what he wants then yes, there’s definitely a problem, but I’m pretty sure it’s a mom problem more then it’s a Kyna problem.

Sorry buddy, but things are about to change, and it will not be in your favor.