Video Kylie Kelce Reveals Parenting Hack That Ensures Her Kids Get Things Done
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When it comes to parenting her three young daughters, Kylie Kelce is drawing from what she knows.
On Monday, the mom of three, 32, appeared on Today to discuss her involvement with the Eagles Autism Foundation. Asked if there’s anything she and husband Jason Kelce, 36, have taken from their athletic careers and applied to their parenting techniques, Kylie shared that there’s “always competition in our house.”
“Right now, we’re in our racing phase. Anything we need them to do, I’m like, ‘I bet you can’t do it in under 10 seconds.’ And all of a sudden, they’re moving,” she said of daughters Wyatt, 4, Elliotte, 3, and Bennett, 13 months.
“I hope that they steer into sports. If they don’t, that’s fine. But I will always take the lessons that I learned playing field hockey, working with the team, doing something for a collective whole. I will always take that and apply it to our kids.”
In February, the Kelces journeyed to Disneyland after Jason attended the Pro Bowl. Documenting their time at the Happiest Place on Earth in a video posted to Twitter, the couple showed how their older daughter Wyatt isn’t afraid to put her foot down.
In the video, Wyat is asked if she’ll go on the teacups as she sat in her stroller. “I’m not going on the teacups,” Wyatt said, shaking her head back and forth.
“She’s an opinionated toddler,” Kylie said as the camera zoomed in on Wyatt eating a churro with a worried look on her face. “And that is so much fun!” she jokingly added.
In September, Kylie joined Jason on his podcast New Heights with Jason and Travis Kelce (Presented by Wave Sports + Entertainment) and was asked by brother-in-law Travis Kelce if she or her husband played “bad cop” more with their daughters.
“I’m bad cop, Jason’s good cop,” she said.
“No chance! I’m definitely bad cop,” the Philadelphia Eagles center fired back before adding, “Well, I’m bad cop and good cop. You never know what you’re going to get, gotta keep them on their toes.”
“I have to be bad cop most of the time because I’m outnumbered,” Kylie continued. “On any given day, I have to be bad cop most of the day. We’re trying to limit injuries and keep the peace for the most part. And when it’s just me, it’s three against one and I’ve got to try and nip it in the bud before anything goes terribly awry.”
“When Jason’s home, usually he’s the fun one. He does the launching onto the bed and all the things that end up in one of them crying ‘Mom!’ because someone sustains an injury,” Kylie added.
“The only times when he’s bad cop is when I say, ‘Jason!’ and he says, ‘What?’ and I say, ‘A little help!’”
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