NOTHING in the world makes my heart soar like when my daughter shares a parenting story with me and the thinking behind what she is doing.

This is SO good that I must share it with the world.

When I was parenting, I always TRIED (and that means I did not always succeed), to make the punishment fit the crime.

But those days are so over, and now we are into rewards programs – not unlike the Visa rewards you amass for “good behavior.” My daughter does not believe in rewarding good behavior simply because you MUST behave and really deep down inside, you want to behave properly.

BUT…My grandson is strong willed and he is willfully not paying attention to his toilet training.
When he was being poopy trained, he got to play with play dough. That MAKES SENSE!

But now he doesn’t care about having peeing accidents. So, my daughter made a chart. He earns one sticker if he needs to be reminded or prodded and two if he initiates _ (GOOD THINKING TO DIFFERENTIATE between those two kinds of behavior). He was able to pick between two kinds of trucks that he wants as the reward. A picture of what he chose is on top of the chart and he gets to place and count the stickers. (NOW he is also learning math and basic financial planning!!!!)

As a reward for controlling and mastering his urinary urges, HE CHOSE TO REWARD HIMSELF WITH A FIRE TRUCK THAT HAS A WORKING, SQUIRTING HOSE that he will control.

He may or may not be learning the early concept of symbolism but YOU get it!!!!!


A Picture IS Worth a Thousand Words

Ok.  So what did I get my little grandson for the holidays in order to keep our culture alive?  A PIC IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS!


Because I believe so passionately in education, I put it together with these books:


If you aren’t into T-Rex, you might consider this one:


The Boys’ Collection


These are the books I bought for my grandson.  If you don’t know them, get them!!!  If you already own them, you might want to do what I did:  File them under “P” for the penis collection!!!!!!!!


It’s All in the Name

My daughter and her husband are in their thirties. They named my grandson Graham after no one.  However, his middle name is his father’s father’s name.  I tell myself that they really named him Graham after my father, Jerome.  “G” is kind of like “J.”  And both names have “r” and ‘m.”  I tell this to myself so often that I really believe it and I have in turn told this to my grandson, so that a piece of my father, lives through him, and my grandson has roots.

I am a gardener and I know that the deeper the roots, the stronger the plant.


I reupholstered two tall side chairs that are more cottage-like than traditional wing chairs.  They went from a mauve floral to duck white canvas.

Then the grandson came.  And climbed on the chairs;  hence, the slipcovers!

But look for yourselves!!!

These are not your mother’s slipcovers!!!! 



These are NOT your mother’s slipcovers!!!!!

I LOVE my living room.  We have a small (under 1,000 sq. ft) original beach cottage walking distance to a bay I would not dare put my bare feet into because of its proximity to the Big Apple and the pollution in the waterway.  Nonetheless, it is an original mid 1920s or 30s beach cottage.

I gave myself a retirement present – not a party.  We redid the last decrepit room in the house.

We had the old carpeting torn out and replaced it with maple hardwood.  We had the paint freshened.  We purchased a proper dining table and chairs.  The chairs are upholstered in a striped blue and off white and gold.  The dining area sits in front of the window, overlooking a driftwood gray deck. 


I kind of like the slipcovered look even better than the original.  They get dirty.  They get washed.  They stay clean and fresh.

What do you think?