After a long, chilly spring, it's hot. And our swamp cooler doesn't work. Meaning that we have no cooling of any sort at all. Unless I conscript children to fan me with palm fronds.
A certain little chicita has been so terribly, uncharacteristically naughty that Mark and I are befuddled. So last night I crawled into her bed and we made a list of all the good things that happen to good children, like cookies and wii and bike riding and friends. Then I told her that she had none of those privileges. They were all gone. But that I would be watching her to find opportunities to grant her happy consequences when I saw good behavior. Strangely, this is working. Instead of taking things away bit by bit, I'm giving them back, which means I'm commenting on the good and ignoring the bad. Boffo but effective.
Can I give a shout-out to public school teachers. Here in Utah we're famous for achieving pretty good educational results while paying our teachers pennies. What this mean is that our teachers do it all out of little more than their own love and goodness. Including this cross-country coach who meets his team every morning all summer. And the seminary teacher who built his own little Army of Helaman. And the poor teachers that moved all their stuff to a neighboring school so our school could get retrofitted over the short summer break. My children have been so blessed by their enthusiastic, dedicated, caring teachers. Thanks.