Skip to main content

House and Garden Rules

My seven year old has always been "a fan of" rules.  She wants to know what they are so that she can rigorously adhere to them and be more fully, consciously aware of when and how they are broken.

My son does not like rules much.  His response to learning a new rule is usually "but I don't want to do that." In other words, I want to should have more moral suasion than you mustn't or you should.

However, both kids have been talking a lot lately about documenting some rules for our house and for the backyard.  I do not know what brought it up, but they have been quite insistent about it.


Indoor rules:
No poking anyone while you are trying to talk to someone.
Don't put chalk on the wall.
Don't play hockey in the house.
Don't spray water in the house.
Don't poke anyone in the eye with your keys.

Outdoor rules:
No bossing.
Don't put the cat on the tent when someone is inside it.
No putting anything in everybodys' hair.
If someone is having a tea party or you want alone time, don't disturb them.
Don't put up tents without asking first.

Comments

  1. Ailsa6/05/2012 10:03 am

    I think don't poke someone in the eyes with keys should be a universal rule.

    ReplyDelete
  2. MotherOfGooses6/05/2012 10:05 am

    Absolutely.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I entered August without you.

 I won't visit you this month.  You won't call. I will raid your garden and you won't get any of the vegetables. I will make plans without telling you about them. We'll go to the store and not buy you one single thing. Whole books will be read and I will not tell you which ones. I will watch movies and not inform you. The nasturiums will ripen. Last month was different. I changed my schedule and took time off work to be with you.   I dropped all kinds of plans for us to be together. You sent me messages, I received them. I picked up food that I thought you would like at the store and sent you pictures of every beautiful thing I saw. I sang with you. We watched the Great Canadian Baking Show. You chose the recipe for the garlic scape pesto and gave me instructions for making the gooseberry jam. I am in August without you. You are in July.
1 comment
Read more

Keep telling yourself that.

We talk to ourselves everyday, all day (and night) for the whole of our lives. We started talking to ourselves before we knew we were a self, we forget what we said because we forget everything from before...when we were too young and busy developing our brain to remember those early years. There is still lingering residue of long forgotten conversations I have had with myself as a toddler sitting around in the crevices...sloughing off occasionally into words I tell myself still.   We talk non-stop, and not just with dialogue.  Our goosebumps communicate to us, our tingly feelings, our neurons, our peripheal vision.  They are all submitting data into our self and expecting us to react, respond or all to often, expecting what they are sending us will be ignored. After all that talking, you'd think we'd know what we think about most things, but occasionally we are stumped.  Unless we stop what we are doing and really concentrate sometimes that voice(s) ...
1 comment
Read more

The tiny little lie

"What I've discovered is that in art, as in music, there's a lot of truth-and then there's a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It's the moment that the audience falls in love."   Lady Gaga "There's a robot.  Do you see Mama his big eyes?  He's a tall Robot and he is right over there."  Do you see him?  Have you seen him before?  I was pleased to realize that I could. When I was about 6 or 7, I occasionally used to lie on my back at the foot of my bed and stare up a patch of stucco on the ceiling.  Repeatedly and for what seemed like ages at a time, I would stare up at a cluster of tiny peaks of stucco that I could see with my 6 year old eyes was a little village inhabited by little creatures (half human, half smurf) marching around it.  It was animated enough by the tiny shadows cast by those t...
2 comments
Read more