Slumber Party

Nixon had his first official sleepover last night. Cousin Shaylie, and bestest friends Kylie and Quincie all came over yesterday afternoon, and we did it up. Oh yeah. We had pizza & root beer for dinner, hit up the local carnival (yard birds parking lot in Chehalis...can you really call it a carnival? Probably not, but we did.) We roasted marshmallows and made smores, (mostly burned up marshmallows and rubbed them all over the fire pit/deck) watched a movie together, and this morning we had Reese's peanut butter cup chip pancakes with syrup and whip cream.

Tell me that's not the slumber party of your dreams. The 3 girls were all very well behaved, listened well, and even picked up after themselves. Now, my child on the other hand was....politely...a monster. Poor little guy was insanely jealous of Norm spending time making other kids laugh, and he was angry! Lots of hitting, kicking, slapping, hair pulling, and crying. I'm not kidding.

In the car, I obviously made a mistake by putting Nixon and Quincie next to each other, because Nixon wouldn't leave her alone. After about ten miles of Nixon hitting/kicking/pinching her to no end...and Quincie crying and yelling at him for torturing her...I decided to try something new. You may choose to skip this next paragraph if you don't agree with mom's who use unusual forms of punishment.

I pulled over, off the freeway, down a little road. I got Nixon out of the car, and had a very calm discussion with him about being nice to his friends, and not being so mean. He didn't respond well, slapping me a bit, and scratching my neck. So, I calmly told him that I was going to leave him there, on the side of the road if he didn't apologize immediately. He didn't. I sat him down, and walked away...saying "bye Nixon, I guess we'll just see ya later....I don't know what your gonna do here all day by yourself...."
He Fa-REAKED out. Sobbing, hard, almost enough to really make me regret doing it. But, once back in the car, it was a nice easy ride! Was it the right decision? Possibly not, but...it did work.

P.s....While I was strapping him back in his car seat, I told him quietly that I would never leave him really. And I obviously never would have. Don't call CPS, I'm a good mom.

End of story, good slumber party overall....we'll maybe do it again in 5 or 6 years.

Dinna



Jumpin'

4 kids in the power wheels, axle is 'bout broken.

Cookin' up a mess

Movie time