Houston, we have a contract

This weekend was one of ups and downs with the girls. One of the ups was a game of hiding their new favorite toys--seen here resting in the cats' bed.

We would leave ransom notes and hide them in the microwave, the oven, the wine refrigerator or hang them from the cords of the blinds. This lead to squeals and screams from the girls.

The downs included whining, attitude that would put a fourteen year old to shame, arguing, and lack of following directions. These behaviors led to an animated discussion between my husband and me. Much of the discussion wasn't very in which much fun.

We now have come up with a contract (agreed to by their mother as well) that explains which behaviors are expected, and which of their privileges will be attached to said behaviors.

I know this is not a novel idea, but it is new for us. Sweetheart doesn't like to say no to anyone, much less his darling daughters. I am a bitch, so it is easy for me to set limits and kick ass. For him, it is a bit of a struggle, which he now knows he must take on.

Wish us luck.