I’d like to introduce you to Breakfast Monkey. Born from a Kinder Egg, Breakfast Monkey arrives each morning to make sure little boys and girls eat a good breakfast. Kids have to eat three bites of their breakfast to make him appear and then he does dances when they are eating well. Breakfast Monkey also gets into trouble; he tries to steal bits of breakfast food from dawdling toddlers, which of course makes said food extremely desirable.
This is what my mornings looked like before Breakfast Monkey came into our lives: lots of whining, begging and crying from all involved.
After Breakfast Monkey: sunshine and rainbows. (Not quite … but much, much better.)
I am pretty grumpy in the mornings. S still isn’t sleeping through the night and so we play musical beds in the wee hours depending on who needs to do what the next day and I am really bad about going to bed when I should. So, I’m tired and cranky and the last thing I want to do is enter into Toddler Negotiations before coffee. J is also a notoriously slow eater, but he has to be ready for the bus by 7:30. S really would rather carry bits of food with her as she runs laps around the house, depositing uneaten bits in various corners. Mornings are stressful with the bus deadline looming and an almost two year old on the loose. And in case you didn’t know, nagging a toddler has a reverse effect.
And so one morning, in a moment of desperation to stop the whining, I grabbed the nearest little toy and made him jump around. The kids giggled and started eating happily (and quickly!). Breakfast Monkey was born.
In the process of playing “Breakfast Monkey” (which I have since learned is a rejected Cartoon Network pitch), I found myself smiling a bit in the morning, too.
What a difference.
How do you make mornings fun?