When Emilia started school last year it was a struggle to get her out of bed. (Still is) We have tried various tactics, including an alarm clock which she just sleeps right through. Currently it is Steve's job to wake her up. He goes in an tickles her, even when she wakes up grumpy she eventually giggles with him. Then I come in and take over helping her to get dressed. At some point last year we taught her to ask for "5 more minutes" and that after the five minutes she would have to get up without any problems and that worked for a while. Well the other morning I was waking her up, trying to let Steve sleep in because he had been called out during the night. Without even opening her eyes I hear her mutter...."5 more weeks" At this point, I figured she didn't even know what she had said, because she was barely awake. When I got her fully awake, I asked her if she remembered what she had said and she did. Then she proceeded to negotiate....if she wasn't allowed 5 more weeks, how about 5 days..... On the way to school that morning, I told her that if she wanted she could stay in bed all weekend long, she was so excited and wanted to do it. Of course then I mentioned that she wouldn't be able to go to the end of the year banquet for her basketball league, Needless to say she quickly changed her mind.
Friday, February 22, 2008
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That is hilarious! I'm so glad you shared that one. There've been more than a few mornings lately when I could have used 5 more weeks. Go Emilia! That's funny.
Great job Emilia!!!! That was a good one, you clever girl!
I like the new look of your blog at the top :D
We aren't going to the stake dance tonight...as I feared we have shared the love...er, I mean the blasted stomach flu with Evan. Fun, fun, fun. So much for a romantic evening with the hubby, huh?
Oh, I can identify with that child! "5 more minutes" usually turns in to much, much longer with me!
Bev.
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