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diamonds are a girls best friend

i'm not gonna lie, i have to get almost to the yelling stage or i have to bribe my kids to get things done right.  it makes me frustrated and tired...and so i am trying a little something new.  diamonds.
i am using hot pink diamonds as rewards that each girlie gets as reward for completing chores correctly.  i took popsicle sticks, wrote the chores on them and assigned a diamond rating...bc i'm cool like that...and when they complete the chore, bring me the stick and i review, they get the diamonds.
and at the end of the week, there's reward store that open and they exchange their diamonds out {or choose to save them for bigger items} for goodies they have chosen to be on the list like candy necklaces, slushies, new packs of gum, etc...and NO TOYS.
it seems to be working, bc i have some busy bees...
and you can never be too young or beautiful for diamonds...and chores.
and you can dress the way you want...like a desperate housewife...
but in the end, it's all about the stinking diamonds!!!
you know, diamonds are a girls best friend!

Comments

amy jupin said…
oh my goodness are you brilliant or what?! i definitely need to get some for my little diva! :)
Meg said…
love it! so what does teh "a" stand for on the diamond jar?
Anonymous said…
You are such a clever mommy!! Those diamonds are just too cute!!
Cyndy Bush said…
You are one smart mama!
He & Me + 3 said…
That is such a great idea. Love that Sofia is helping too. Super cute.

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