We just picked a few neighbors' houses for trick or treating. One of them is about 4 houses down. Close, but not that close. You can imagine my surprise when she told me she overhead me the other day. Really? Yes, she did. She heard me yelling at my kids. Rats! She looked at me expectantly like I should know exactly what she was talking about which is good news for me because it means she must not have heard me any other time.
Neighbor: I heard you say, "Dogs don't fall down deck stairs, little boys do!!!!" You sounded very authoratative. I laughed imagining what they must have been doing.
Me: (trying not to appear flustered) They were leaping off the steps. They said that the dog doesn't walk down every sep so therefore they could skip steps too. There's a huge cement slab at the bottom of our steps so what they were doing was really dangerous.
Neighbor: I figured. You were really stern.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Neighbors don't notice you when you're playing with your children outside or waiting nicely with them for the bus; they only notice when you are being stern and authoritative.
Ack! That makes me extra happy that our lots are big and the neighbors are not very close. (Also they're older so hopefully their hearing is going a little.)
Professional Mom of two cats, a dog, an ant farm, and oh yeah...two boys: a 6 year old and a 3 year old. Also found in my house is my husband who is known on this blog as The Big Giraffe.
For those of us who didn't get an instruction manual with our babies and for whom parenting hasn't always gone as planned. On a more serious note this blog is about supporting a woman's ability to make her own choices about parenting including the choice, for whatever reason, to bottle feed her babies formula.
Ack! That makes me extra happy that our lots are big and the neighbors are not very close. (Also they're older so hopefully their hearing is going a little.)