How to Get on the “Nice” List and Make Your Mother Happy

I am so proud.

Maybe it’s the joy he gets from making me happy. Maybe it’s the threat of no presents for Christmas if he’s naughty. Maybe it’s a rare sun/moon/star alignment resulting in temporary personality alterations.

My son has spent the last hour organizing his toys.

My son actually organizing.

Sure, it looks like a mess, but the toys are actually in organized piles as they gradually are placed into their proper location.

I’m talking “separating out the trio block from the Legos from the Megablocks” type of organizing. A “put the Mr. Potato Head pieces on or in Mr. P” and “all my trains go in the same container” thoroughness that is rarely heard of for my almost-five-year-old.

In addition, he selects certain toys for The Bin Of Stuff to Go Away to make room for Christmas presents.

It isn’t as full as I’d like, but it’s progress.

I might have to reward him with Gingerbread House building tonight, even though I planned to pre-pack snowpants and boots for our “how the heck is it almost time for our vacation” trip.

Wasn’t it just Halloween?

And where did all of my non-Pixar/Disney/cartoon related wrapping paper disappear to?

Does anyone else feel like Christmas approaches in stealth mode this year?

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About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos (www.writingwithchaos.com) sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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8 Responses to How to Get on the “Nice” List and Make Your Mother Happy

  1. When one of my brothers was younger, his version of cleaning up wass where he takes all of his toys, dumps them on the floor, and then organize them in straight lines spanning the width of his room. by color, shape, or similar species of stuffed animal. Then he would proudly herd all of the family into his room to ooh and aw over his skills. 🙂
    Enjoy this while it lasts… Because whatever joy he gets from making you happy/the threat of no presents for Christmas if he’s naughty/rare sun-moon-star alignment resulting in temporary personality alterations have the disturbing habit of occurring even less frequently once a kiddo is older and has reached the… TEENAGE YEARS! Trust me, the “separating out the trio block from the Legos from the Megablocks”/“put the Mr. Potato Head pieces on or in Mr. P”/“all my trains go in the same container” which is rare for a almost-five-year-old, is far more common than the “separating clean clothes from the wrinkled and dirty clothes piles”/”putting the video games back into the video game case when your done playing with them”/”throwing shoes into the closet and not on the floor of the living room” skills of a twelve-on-up-year-old.

    • It sounds as though you have intimate knowledge of these teen years.

      I’m still teaching my husband about the clean versus dirty clothes separation. Oh wait, and the last one too….

      My son also likes the “line everything up” method, only it was typically followed by destroying it until every inch of the floor was covered.

      Thanks for stopping by!

  2. Three cheers to both of you.

    p.s. I love the snowflakes on your page. It’s so joyful.

    • Do you ever have snow for Christmas, living in the land of palm trees?

      Because it would feel wrong to never have snow. Ever.

      I don’t mind visiting snow for Christmas. It’s nice to enjoy it but not have to shovel.

      The snowflakes are courtesy of wordpress, but I love them too.

  3. It feels all Ho Ho Ho over here … we just did the almighty clean out … Goodwill was 7 garbage bags better off.
    Good for your little guy!

  4. John says:

    Happy early Christmas to mamma!

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