The one about Sunday's Sundays

My little Drewbie boy H-A-T-E-S Sundays.

Many days he will wake me with the question, "Mom. Is it Sunday?" To which I normally can say "no". Every seventh day, however, when I have to say "Yup" he replies:

"No it's NOT Sunday!" followed by a lot of whining, pouting and general head aches for the entire family.

OR his trademark sentence:

"DON'T SAY THAT WORD."

At our house, we don't really play with friends or watch regular TV shows/movies on Sunday. We also go to church. We play together more than on any other day; games, family videos, yummy dinners, etc. Does it really sound that painful?

Anywho. Kev and I have come up with a tradition we're going to try called "Sunday's Sundays". Each Sunday we end with ice cream-type-goodies, and some positive family kid-oriented-time. We had our second "Sunday's Sundays" this last week:

I think (hope) it's working since Drew's seemed more upset the last few days that it's NOT been Sunday. If we can just help Sunday with it's overall image, that's a start. We'll go from there. Except are we just bribing here? Parents really should be able to try their ideas out on guniea pigs first.

We'll see how it goes.