Remind. Remind. Remind. That's what it's all about. So long as I can do that while keeping my expectations low and my sense of humor high, I think we'll be Ok.
The boys helped me on the humor end of it at the dinner table tonight. When I reminded Alex, "Sit straight. Eat over your plate." I opened a floodgate of creativity that led to the boisterous composition of this poem...
One, two, don't talk and chew;
Three, four, keep your chair on the floor;
Five, six, no crazy tricks;
Seven, eight, eat over your plate;
Nine, ten, we don't live in a pen.
Thank you boys, I think I'm going to use this quite often. Could reciting poetry ever be considered nagging?