Whoever coined the phrase "terrible twos" was obviously thinking of our precious yet destructive Bronwyn Susan. Bronwyn Sue has hit the "terrible twos" spot on. She is very adept at leaving a path of destruction throughout the house. Few hurricanes can claim such prowess. She especially loves to destroy any homework she can get her hands on. She loves to grab the boys' school papers and rip them up before they know what has hit them. If they yell, all the better. I'm certain Ethan's and Jonah's teachers must think that we are harbouring Godzilla in our house. (As I write this she is throwing quite a loud tantrum because we are going to go feed the ducks instead of going swimming. I should have cleared my plans with her - my bad.)
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In addition, Brownyn won't allow any board games to be played in the house. Daddy has narrowly escaped many a sound thrashing by the boys in various games of Rummikub, Disney Bingo, Qwirkle and Memory because Brownyn snuck in and destroyed the game before we could catch her. To put it mildly, she is a handful. We really haven't known what to do other than hope she grows out of it. But seeing as she is part Viking, we may be in some serious trouble.
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Now it is a scientific fact that children do not hear 99.99% of what parents tell them. However, we do have evidence that Bronwyn Susan actually heard us one time. For Christmas the boys recieved a
Screature Interactive Dinosaur from Uncle Ryan. The dinosaur is pretty cool. He can snap his teeth, growl and spray water. He works by motion sensor so anything that moves in front of his face gets a snarl or spray of water. The boys love it; Bronwyn does not. When she first saw the dinosaur and what he does she screamed "nice", as in "be nice". She then ran away. We had been telling the boys and Bronwyn Sue to be nice. Not that it works, but it is clear she heard us. Bronwyn Sue screams "nice" whenever she sees him. So we named him Nice. Bronwyn tells him to be nice but refuses to get close to him. Ingenious yet desperate parents we are, now when the boys do their homework or we are playing a board game and their little sister is lurking around, we pull out Nice to keep an eye on things. Nice works rather, well, nice. There have been no Bronwyn related homework and game night destructions since he took charge. Sure Bronwyn will probably have to explain it all to a therapist someday, but we now know she can at least hear. Listening may take a while.
Whoever coined the phrase "terrible twos" was obviously thinking of our precious yet destructive Bronwyn Susan. Bronwyn Sue has hit the "terrible twos" spot on. She is very adept at leaving a path of destruction throughout the house. Few hurricanes can claim such prowess. She especially loves to destroy any homework she can get her hands on. She loves to grab the boys' school papers and rip them up before they know what has hit them. If they yell, all the better. I'm certain Ethan's and Jonah's teachers must think that we are harbouring Godzilla in our house. (As I write this she is throwing quite a loud tantrum because we are going to go feed the ducks instead of going swimming. I should have cleared my plans with her - my bad.) .JPG)
In addition, Brownyn won't allow any board games to be played in the house. Daddy has narrowly escaped many a sound thrashing by the boys in various games of Rummikub, Disney Bingo, Qwirkle and Memory because Brownyn snuck in and destroyed the game before we could catch her. To put it mildly, she is a handful. We really haven't known what to do other than hope she grows out of it. But seeing as she is part Viking, we may be in some serious trouble..JPG)
Now it is a scientific fact that children do not hear 99.99% of what parents tell them. However, we do have evidence that Bronwyn Susan actually heard us one time. For Christmas the boys recieved a Screature Interactive Dinosaur from Uncle Ryan. The dinosaur is pretty cool. He can snap his teeth, growl and spray water. He works by motion sensor so anything that moves in front of his face gets a snarl or spray of water. The boys love it; Bronwyn does not. When she first saw the dinosaur and what he does she screamed "nice", as in "be nice". She then ran away. We had been telling the boys and Bronwyn Sue to be nice. Not that it works, but it is clear she heard us. Bronwyn Sue screams "nice" whenever she sees him. So we named him Nice. Bronwyn tells him to be nice but refuses to get close to him. Ingenious yet desperate parents we are, now when the boys do their homework or we are playing a board game and their little sister is lurking around, we pull out Nice to keep an eye on things. Nice works rather, well, nice. There have been no Bronwyn related homework and game night destructions since he took charge. Sure Bronwyn will probably have to explain it all to a therapist someday, but we now know she can at least hear. Listening may take a while. 
4 comments:
I need 4 of those! Each with different level of scardness. Okay maybe just 2 different ones. One like yours would work for Marile but the other one needs to look like me and spray water. That ought to do it!!
Love ya!
So funny. We love reading about your family and all of their latest antics.
Your home never has a dull moment. We cherish dull moments around our home, but theydon't come often enough.
We are in Korea and catching up on some stuff...We had to laugh, at little Bronwyn! Thanks for the entry, it makes us feel like we are part of the family! And I tell the stories to our friends! They enjoy a laugh, too! We sure love you and yes, Bronwyn will outgrow it!
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