Has anyone ever read this book AND tried the method on a child?

Does it work?

I ask because this weekend I plan to implement the plan and I’m NERVOUS.

I may chicken out.

That is all.

I came across this article today on how often you bathe your kids. Since bathing is something I’m very OCD about, I felt the need to share it.

First of all, I was raised to take a shower every morning. I also have a “thing” about getting in bed at night if I’m dirty. Usually I take a bath at the end of the day to relax. At the very least, I’ll wash off my feet. I also make my husband wash off his feet, which he doesn’t really understand but grudgingly does it anyway. Why? Because I will badger him into submission if he tries to get into bed and rub his dirty feet on me.

YUCK.

I bathe my child EVERY DAY. When he was a newborn he was bathed every other day, but once he started crawling it was every day without exception. Even if he doesn’t seem dirty, we do it anyway. It’s a way to wind down the day and it’s part of our nightly routine. 

And I’m a little OCD about smells. I can smell dirty hair from several feet away. I dislike this.

I can’t IMAGINE how people who bathe 2-3 times a week live in their own filth. If you have running water, there is no excuse for being gross. I don’t care what you have going on, making time to shower should be a priority. And for heaven’s sakes, BATHE YOUR CHILDREN!!!
 

My goal in life is to turn this little boy into a Southern gentleman.

I’m adamant that he grow up to be well-mannered, well-spoken, and know how to effectively woo the RIGHT woman.

I’m adamant about this because I had to deal with many idiots before I met my husband.

Here is a brief run down:

1. The mama’s boy with the crazy ass family.

2. The one who said God “told” him he was supposed to marry me. (check, please!)

3. The stalker. Which was nice in the beginning … not so much after a week or so.

4. The one who seemed perfect, but couldn’t commit (this was a major disappointment).

5. The religious fanatic who made a pact not to kiss a girl before engagement.

6.  The one who had no sense of identity.

 7.  The one who thought I was fat and wanted me to stop eating carbs.

8. The one several ones who were too afraid to ask me out.

I don’t know how you raise a little boy into a self-confident man who isn’t afraid to chase a woman, but at the same time isn’t a man-whore … but I’m going to give it my best. I think that it’s the mother’s responsibility to train her sons to be mannerly, but the father needs to teach him how to be a MAN.

We’re starting by learning how to say “yes ma’am” and “no sir” and “please,” “thank you,” and “excuse me.” 

Baby steps.

My son gave himself a black eye with his new guitar. He whacked his face with the handle end of it. One minute he was happily strumming, shouting at the top of his lungs “twinkle, twinkle, little staaaaaar ….”

And then, tears.

You can kind of see it in this picture … it’s his left eye. It makes him look like a real BOY.

I keep telling myself this black eye is probably the first of many. He is a boy, after all. I can’t decide how that makes me feel. I don’t want my son to be a wimp, but it hurts me to see him with any kind of bruise or mark.

I just force a tough face, and if he’s not bleeding then we (me) just brush it off. Because we’re tough.