Last month the girls and I made a deal. We decided that dirty rooms were no good and it was time we cleaned them every day. We made a sticker chart with a square for every girl for every day for a month. I told the girls that when the chart was full they would get to choose a reward. We would do one thing together as a family, and they could have one special prize. They immediately agreed on going bowling as our family activity. We're going to do that tonight. The individual prizes were a little bit trickier. I was thinking maybe giving them a few bucks each and heading off to the dollar store. Nicole had a different idea.
When we were moving she noticed a box labeled 'porcelain' dolls. (well... to her it was just ......dolls) Every year as a little girl, Santa Claus brought my sisters and I each a porcelain doll. These were fabulous treasures as a child. In my adult life, they haven't brought me quite the same thrill and have found themselves in the depths of our storage. But remembering the soft spot they used to hold in my heart, I couldn't bring myself to just throw them away. So... to the new house they came.
Nicole decided that for their sticker chart reward, they all should have the chance to choose one of my precious dolls to keep for their own. I couldn't be happier about this idea.
The girls did a wonderful job keeping their rooms clean for a whole month. Even Audrey has figured out how to make her bed (kind of) and put all of her toys in the right bins. We put the last stickers on our chart this morning and out to the garage we went to hunt for porcelain dolls.
When we were moving she noticed a box labeled 'porcelain' dolls. (well... to her it was just ......dolls) Every year as a little girl, Santa Claus brought my sisters and I each a porcelain doll. These were fabulous treasures as a child. In my adult life, they haven't brought me quite the same thrill and have found themselves in the depths of our storage. But remembering the soft spot they used to hold in my heart, I couldn't bring myself to just throw them away. So... to the new house they came.
Nicole decided that for their sticker chart reward, they all should have the chance to choose one of my precious dolls to keep for their own. I couldn't be happier about this idea.
The girls did a wonderful job keeping their rooms clean for a whole month. Even Audrey has figured out how to make her bed (kind of) and put all of her toys in the right bins. We put the last stickers on our chart this morning and out to the garage we went to hunt for porcelain dolls.
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I don't really think they understood my description of what a porcelain doll actually was. When I opened the box, their faces were priceless. They were so excited.
I don't really think they understood my description of what a porcelain doll actually was. When I opened the box, their faces were priceless. They were so excited.
After unloading all of the dolls, and thoroughly checking out each one....
Each girl chose her favorite one.
We spent the rest of the morning washing, combing, and braiding hair, dusting the dolls off, re-tying bows, and over-all prettying them up. Now I'm sure they're the fanciest 20-year-old porcelain dolls around.
5 comments:
How cool is that! I have an old porcelain doll somewhere...I think I got it for my 8th birthday...so yep, it's 20 years old! That makes me want to go dig it up for Avery (in a few years....)
Christmas mornings were with the new procelain doll. What a fun thing to share with your girls. I don't know where mine ended up. Remember how I saved up a lot of money to buy that one i loved os much? I think her name was Willow. I loved her.
That is sweet! What a good prize. Picking something you already have now that is great! I've been giving my kids a reward once a week, mostly stuff that got taken away they have a chance to earn back. So I'm impressed they did it for a whole month. Great job!
SOOOOOOOOOO Cute!! I swear every time I see pictures of your girls I can't get over how grown up they are.
What a marvelous idea. There is something wonderful about having your children love what you used to love, isn't there?
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