One bite at a time together: Create a chore system (project 41)


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Chores are something we start early in our home.  My son took on the responsibility of feeding the dogs before he was even two.  Granted, we reminded him twice daily, but for the most part, he has been filling those doggy bowls with that big blue scoop for the last three and a half years.   With a family of six, there's just no way I can do every single thing that needs to be done.  I regularly refer to our family as a team...and a team we shall be.  Even for the not so fun parts.  Sorry, kids.  You'll get over it.  Promise. Read More
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When parenting means steering into the skid

I closed the door to our bedroom, tip-toed to the far side of the bed and sat down quietly on the floor. From the living room, I could hear my four-year-old daughter screeching at me to come help her with her computer game. Here I was, the parent who so attentively responded to her cries (read more…)

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