Some days ago I decided to sign up for a mailing list where one of my favorite authors would send me a daily note on parenting. I have loved the anticipation of finding the name of this author in my mailbox each day. I check for the email in the midst of the morning hustle and bustle and just seeing the email gives me a little jolt of excitement. A little later in the day, I sit down to really take in the beautifully crafted note. They are short. And idyllic. And so far, I have been rather challenged by them to tell you the truth. For example, the other day it asked me to set up a week of "extreme nice" where you don't tell your children anything resembling the words NO, Don't, Hurry Up, Now, WHY DID YOU... you get the drift. I tried it for a day and my tongue has permanent tooth marks etched on it from the number of times I bit it. I figure, a week of "extreme nice" needs to be planned for a perfect week. One with tons of eager adult he