Speaking of that…why do people try to make me feel bad for not shelling out a gajillion dollars to put shoes on a baby that doesn’t walk? My mother-in-law is very disapproving of a baby with no shoes. And several women at work make comments like, “I always put my babies in shoes, their feet get cold!” And it’s not like I didn’t have SOMETHING on baby’s feet. Socks keep their feet from getting cold! I just don’t see the point in spending 40 bucks on a pair of shoes the kid is only going to fit into for a month and on which he doesn’t walk! Am I out in left field on this?
So, unfortunately, while I think of the requirement that all children wear tennis shoes to be a practical, common sense type of thing…I get the feeling it is a requirement borne out of fears of household income differentials. Am I alone in that thought?
I guess as I think about it, I really expect a B+ or better out of her regardless of what is on the line and I don’t think I should have to offer up some sort of reward. But then, I think…well, I really want her to work hard and attain the goals academically, and it seems sometimes the best way to do that is to provide something to work for. So, what are your thoughts?
Specifically, lately, my marvels have been about the fact that Vincent (#5) is the first child of mine to enjoy screaming at the top of his lungs and laughing at the reaction (or lack thereof) he receives. Last night, he made Dominic cry in the van because he would. not. stop. screaming! And if you tell him to stop it, he just laughs and does it again. Seriously…NONE of my other children have done this sort of thing. And Dominic has a playful and quiet disposition and doesn’t like that sort of thing. But he has taken to using some sarcasm in his tone lately. And because he is 3…it is cute. Or take Dani, for instance. Dani enjoys a quiet existence. She doesn’t particularly care much for the chaos of a house full of people. Sometimes, she retreats to her room and shuts the door and I promise to keep Helen out so she can have some peace and quiet. Then Sarah, my oldest, likes being in charge and has shown recently that she can handle more than I gave her credit for. She was in charge of the kids for about an hour Wednesday until I got home from work since her dad had a meeting at work and I got home to all five kids fed and ready to go to our Humanae Vitae Mass at Church. She had made macaroni and cheese and peanut butter sandwiches. Then there’s my sweet Helen. Helen is loud and insistent and tenacious for what she wants. She can be mean and she can turn right around and be a sweetheart.
Check out this clip from one of my favorite movies. The kids borrowed Yours, Mine and Ours, circa 1968 (starring Henry Fonda and Lucille Ball) from the library. I love this movie. My kids love this movie. And this right here is one of my favorite scenes (“What Love Is”):
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