I've always thought it would be hard for kids of unmarried parents to remember the different rules at each parent's house. And then there are my kids, who have to remember the different rules for each parent at the SAME house. One of us is much more safety/neatness/quiet-oriented than the other. So there are some things the kids are allowed to do, but only when daddy isn't home. Daddy is aware of these things (or if he wasn't before, he is now) and so far the arrangement is working. I predict the arrangement will work up until a serious injury occurs and my more relaxed approach comes under fire. Until then, there are just some things we don't do when daddy is home. It's not that mom's rules are right, or that dad's rules are right, it's just that we each have rules and they happen to be different. Different people like different things; different people are annoyed by different things, and we respect that.
(This is a recliner. That means if Eliza were to fall, the force of it could cause the chair to recline, which could cause Isaiah to fall. Very dangerous, I imagine...but when it happened in reality no one got hurt and lots of giggles were had. Someone even said "good thing daddy didn't see that!" and it wasn't me.)
Oh, and by the way, the kids have plenty of fun with daddy, lest this post make him seem like a fuddy-duddy, it's just that they have more of their dangerous/messy/louder fun with mommy. We make a well-balanced pair.
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