It's a chore

We are past the point of no return when it comes to having a small family. I mean, let's face it. Even if Baby #6 is our last baby, we will still have 6 kids in 6 years and that officially qualifies us as a LARGE family.

I mean, we do drive a 15 passenger van as our family vehicle, afterall.

So, how do large families do it? How do they manage their homes, keep their sanity and still love each other at the end of the day?

Truth is, I'm still figuring that out.

I'm still figuring out what it looks like to have all these kids, a house, a husband, homeschool, cook dinners, make lunches, change diapers, give baths, play games, have fun, kiss boo boos and still have the energy/time/desire to clean up my house.

It would be a daunting task for me to keep a clean house even if we didn't have (almost) 6 kids. But we do have (almost) 6 kids and we do do all those things I just mentioned above (I know, I just said do do). And you know what I've figured out?

What works now may not work forever.

It may not work in 2 months. And, I'm okay with things changing, obviously. But, I've figured out that my kids can work. At least the big kids can, and man are they good at it!

So, this past week we re-implemented chores. We did chores in the past and then Mom and Dad got lax on enforcing them and it had not been something we'd gotten back around to doing. And, truth-be-told, the last time we did chores I wasn't creative enough. The same kid did the same chore week after week after week.

But this go round looks to be much better. And, the kids seem to love it. I got our basic chore charts here and then customized them to fit our needs. Even the big kids helping in the little areas helps us BIG time.

Each week each of the big kids has "Helper Chores." These are things they do just because they live in this house. I do things just because I live here and so should they. Because they live here they can make their beds, clean up their rooms, pick up their toys and put their dirty clothes in the laundry room.

Simple huh? And basically, if they truly clean their rooms and pick up their toys, they've accomplished all 4 "Helper Chores" in about 15 minutes. Not to shabby.

Then, they have their "Chore Lists." The difference in their Helper Chores and their Chore Lists is simple.

Money.

They get paid for their Chore Lists and they don't for their Helper Chores. Helper Chores are things they do just because they live here, remember? I don't get paid for diaper changes. But oh how I wish I did.

They receive $0.05 per chore on their Chore List. Saturday is pay day. We keep track of which chores they do with a sticker chart. Each week the chart changes so that the chores for each kid for that week changes. They still do all their Helper Chores as normal but their Chore Lists are different.

I distinguished between Helper Chores and Chore Lists based on one very important principle. Helper Chores are always things they can do WITHOUT MY HELP. Chore List chores are things that they need my help with. I feel that they should pull their weight around here because they help make the messes. Thus, HELPER chores. Their Chore Lists chores are things that they do (work) to relieve my work load. Thus, things they can get paid for.

And, they take SO MUCH PRIDE in those chores, let me tell you. This week one of Ashlee's Chore List chores was helping with the laundry.

Have mercy, you'd have thought she'd hit the jackpot.



Naturally, all she does is either load the washer or transfer from the washer to the dryer. But, she's oh-so-proud of herself. In addition to laundry, Ashlee was also responsible for helping me cook and for checking the trashcans.

Elizabeth's chores were feeding the dog and sweeping/vacuuming under the table after meals. Lucas' chores included dusting (I pick a piece of furniture and spray a little dusting spray on a cloth and let him go to town) and setting the table.

Obviously, we do not expect perfection. I mean, look at this bed made by Elizabeth...

Now, check out her face. Serious pride right there. And you know what? Her sheets and comforter are on the bed and resemble a bed that is made and that's good enough for me!

Here's a shot of Lucas in his all clean room...

Yes, he had help with his bed on this day. Notice that his clean room it's NOT perfect. But, neither am I. And if you've been to my house anytime ever you'll know that I don't expect perfection often.

How could I?

It would stress me out. And, it would stress my kids out. So we go with our best effort?

And, for us it works. Our home is a little cleaner. Our kids a little prouder of their contributions. And we train them, little by little, to do it a little better the next time.

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What do you do to make your home run more smoothly?

Das Not Funny! Friday: Mommies, Daddies, Babies and Hearts



Wow. Das Not Funny! Friday again already? Guess that means if you're here you want some funny stories about things my family said or did. I'm sure that if you're here for a laugh, one of the following will surely not disappoint you.

It's two weeks' worth of funnies, so hold on tight and make sure your bladder is somewhat empty.

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The big kids are all into playing Mommy/Daddy/Child anything. Sometimes, it's just regular 'ol pretend play where Lucas is the Daddy, Elizabeth is the Mommy and Ashlee is the little girl. Other times it takes on a different spin where they are all horsies or dogs or kitty cats and they are a Mommy/Daddy/Daughter combo.

One afternoon Ashlee comes into the living room and says to me,

"Mommy, 'retend I am da Mommy and I'm weal-we sad and you gots to make me happy."

Since I wasn't really paying attention, I said,

"Oh Ashlee! I'm sorry you're sad. Please be happy..."

"No Mommy!" she corrected. "I'm a Mommy and I'z sad. Make me happy."

So, I speak to her a little differently, "Oh Mommy! Why are you so sad? Don't cry Mommy!"

She replies, "I'z a sad Mommy because someone killed me."

I look at her, puzzled and say, "Killed you? But you're standing right here talking to me. How are you dead and still talking?"

After looking at me like I'm insane, she replies "I need kisses. Kisses make Mommies feel better."

Yes they do sweetheart.

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On Monday, I went and picked up our new (to us) BIG van. (Which still needs a name, by the way, so if you're game for naming a silver, 15 passenger van leave a comment.)

That evening as I was preparing to leave for Bible Study, Luke and the kids were all sitting around the table talking about their evening plans while "Mommy was out."

Lucas asked if they could go out and play in the big van and Luke said that he thought that would be fun. Immediately screams and screeches followed.

"I wanna go play in the big van too Daddy!" Elizabeth squealed.

"Yeah! We can climb in it! I wanna go too Dad!" Lucas yells.

Then, Ashlee chimed in with, "Oooooo! I wanna go! I wanna go!"

(insert pause)


"Where are we going?"

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One morning recently the big kids were all playing their hand held V-Smiles. As Elizabeth stepped over Ashlee (who was sitting on the floor of our bedroom) Ashlee reached up and pinched Elizabeth right on the booty.

Naturally, Elizabeth did not enjoy her personal space being violated and Ashlee and I busted out laughing.

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On Wednesday I had an OB appointment. Elizabeth tagged along. As we are sitting in the waiting room, she leans over to me and whispers,

"Mom. Come close I need to tell you a secret."

I lean in and offer her my ear.

"Mom," she continues, "your boobies are really a lot smaller than your belly."

Yes, thank you, I know.

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We were putting together a puzzle of the human body last night. When we finished, Luke and I took turns reading the different descriptions of the body from the puzzle. After I read about the heart, I asked the big kids if they remembered what we had previously discussed about the size of the heart.

"Guys," I ask, "do you remember what Mommy told you about how big your heart is? It's like what?" After some prompting, Elizabeth remembered that I had told them that their heart is about the size of their fist.

So I ask, "Elizabeth, about how big is your heart?" She holds up her fist.

"Lucas, how big is your heart?" He holds up his fist.

"Ashlee, how big is your heart?" She proceeds to spread her arms as far apart as she can reach.

And, I happen to agree with her.

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And finally, I saved the BEST for last....

Elizabeth has always breastfed her baby dolls. So, when I looked over at her during lunch one day this week and saw a baby shoved up her shirt, I knew exactly what she was doing.

But then I see Lucas, who also has a baby shoved up his shirt.

"Lucas, Buddy, what are you doing?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

He responds with, "I'm feedin' my baby with my boobies."

"That's sweet Buddy," I reply, "but you know Daddies don't have milk in their boobies to feed their babies, only Mommies."

As scowl creeps across his face as his eyes dart over to his sisters.

"YOU GUYS TEASD-ED ME!" he yells.

And that's when I learned the importance of an empty bladder when you belly laugh at 34 weeks pregnant.

Y'all have a great weekend!