Okay, so this picture just only kind of fits with this post, but it felt like a good intro.
I could use some suggestions for handling the following hypothetical encounters:
1. Going into the hypothetical sleeping baby's room at 630 am (on a Saturday none-the-less) and dumping an entire container of baby powder around the room, clapping ones hands in big, gleeful powder clouds, and waking up mom and dad to the sound of baby coughing powder.
2. Hypothetically drawing with permanent marker not only on Daddy's flashlight lens (creative, yes, becuase now it's a blue light), one fork and Mommy's beautiful oak table. (He might have possibly gotten a spanking for this one, which is slightly comical not only because this was his first spanking by me -- and I tend to be fairly spanking-averse -- but that the only spanking I remember as a kid was for drawing with permanent marker on the grey cloth seats of our car).
3. Despite the fact that one has been potty-trained for over a year, instead of turning to toilet paper when one has gone poop in the toilet, hypothetically using something else (the white shower curtain or blue bathroom towels, for example) to wipe one's rear end. When that doesn't work, fingers (then wiped off of the wall, of course) work just as well.
4. And a new one, from just a few minutes ago -- cracking a half-a-dozen eggs all over the kitchen floor when Mommy is downstairs trying to order some dinner.
Seriously, any suggestions? I've tried time-outs, I've tried talking, I've even tried a little spanking. My solution today was a trip to the bedroom, followed by a little remorse and then a picnic on the family room floor. Maybe he did need just a little (more) attention.
Seriously, any suggestions? I've tried time-outs, I've tried talking, I've even tried a little spanking. My solution today was a trip to the bedroom, followed by a little remorse and then a picnic on the family room floor. Maybe he did need just a little (more) attention.
Seriously?!? I was laughing out loud at work today when I read your post. I had no idea the horrors the mind of a 3 year-old BOY could come up with. Do they make cartoon character butt wipes that you could get "special, just for Luke, not Evie"? Sounds like someone is looking for a little attention!!! :)
ReplyDeleteHere's my poop-story-of-the-week: Ellison was really constipated and decided that the prunes were kicking in last night right in the middle of her bath, whereby she proceeded to get up on her hands and knees and take a HUGE crap in the tub (picture an adult-sized poop), then sit down on it smashing it into the tub, and try to continue playing with her bath toys while mommy was screaming for daddy to come help her. One hour, a complete tub scrubbing, a new bath, and some disinfected bath toys later, we had a clean kid. Nice huh?
By the end of these stories I was wondering if the person in the bedroom was perhaps the mother to this rather busy 3 year old!!!? These sound like "Calgon take me away" kind of experiences!
ReplyDeletethanks so much for your comment on my blog! i can tell from the title of your blog that you & i would be 2 peas in a pod. and this post reaffirms that! i'm totally with you - at a loss for discipline tactics. it's hard, because every kid is so different. i have no good advice, but it's nice to know that someone else is in the same boat as i am...hang in there! :)
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