Yup, that's the only reason why, child labor.
Just to see how they react. I think it would be a fun experiment.
But seriously, my children love "special work".
Cause throwing the word "special" in front of anything for the kids suddenly makes it more appealing for them. Well, unless its food they don't like. I have yet to get them to eat "special asparagus".
But anyway, you know what I mean, right? Not the "clean your room and pick up your toys" kind of work. But the jobs that are unique, the jobs that as parents, it's often easier just to do ourselves than have our children help.
All the kids got in a fight over who got to clean the sliding glass door the other day. They like to spray stuff. Still, half a bottle of Windex and a roll of paper towels later, I had a nice, sparkly clean door.
We're trying to train them well.
They love to help wash the dishes. *gasp*
The love to help me do laundry. *the horror*
And they love to help outside. *fainting dead away... now*
Yup, I'm all about child labor, it's good for the soul.
A couple weeks ago we actually had a day or two of sunshine.
*shocking* I know! I had my doubts too.
And yet somehow, the sun managed to remember those of us living in the frozen tundra of Freeze-your-royal-rastifarian-ne-ne-off-ville.
So we put the basement on hold and decided it was time to do something with our poor, neglected garden space.
Especially our strawberries. Dang crab grass.
Hubby managed to get these blocks, (they might not be pretty, but they were free) and we decided to make some "boxes" for the strawberries away from the fence.
We couldn't have kept the kids from helping even if we wanted to.
Especially this little one.
We tried and tried to get her to stop, we were worried about her toes, but she just wouldn't listen.
Stubborn, that's what she is.
Not that I have ANY idea where she gets THAT trait from... really!
*clearing throat* Totally clueless.
But she obviously gets her muscles from me.
I speak only truth my friends.
It's amazing what a little hard work and a little sunshine to can for a person. Everyone was in such a good mood after we were done.
Well, we finally got our strawberries moved this weekend! YEA!
And now the kids are totally excited to plant the garden!
No really, I promise they are.
I think she was just upset cause she had to use a little spoon instead of the big shovel. She has an identity crisis. She thinks she's She-Ra.
And like I said before, she can be pretty stubborn.