One: the immediate establishment of the early bedtime. Someday our kids will dominate our evenings with their own social calendars. The house will be full of pimply peers making messes of the kitchen and leaving out the milk jug overnight. No more will the Dr. and I be the masters of our domain. Until that day arrives, we capitalize on the opportunity to lengthen our evenings "sans les enfants". Of course, there is the added and crucial benefit of well rested kids.
Two: the recently instituted "dinner bell". It was a couple bucks at a local boutique, I thought it would be fun to have around. Then, on a whim, I told the rascals that when they hear the clear chime of the bell, they are to think "Come and eat". And lo and behold, they could be scattered in the furthest corner of the furthest room on the furthest floor of the house and they somehow hear the ring produced effortlessly from a few taps of my finger in the kitchen. A situation unthinkable back in the day when my mere bellowing voice went easily unheeded.
Now, to work on that ever elusive principal of parenting: patience. The Easy Bell and the Early Bed are helping in that department. By small means.
*Do share your strokes of genius you've gathered along the road of rearing rascals. With my mere two, I'm in dire need.