Wednesday, November 28, 2007

In case you haven't been able to tell, the time between posts is directly proportional to the degree of "compliance" of the kids. And yes, it's been a few days.
I must say, I have to wonder where is that entire crowd of people who readily dispensed information on how upon the kids reaching 3 years of age, we would find ourselves in a magical era of super behaved kids, sweet as cherubims, with angelic voices and puffy clouds and warm rays of sunshine.... But I digress... That entire crowd of people appear to have taken their promises of such divine life and moved to another planet altogether. Because now, when I stumble into the cafeteria at 9:03 am, lunging for my morning coffee in a desperate attempt to somehow restore normality via a massive caffeine infusion, a whole new set of people wisely nod and with a knowing smile assure me that it is 4 and a half that is the magical milestone. I'm not sure I'm going to fall for that one again...
And it is not the case that when the mood is right (or, perhaps when the moon aligns perfectly with the right leg of a centipede sitting on a rock in the shadow of a coconut tree in Fiji: who knows!?) the kids can't be angelic and fantastic. Don't get me wrong: when that moonbeam hits the centipede just right, they are funny, amusing, entertaining, loving, and full of joy. But the times in between have really really really put my patience to the test, and so far, the score is Kids 194, Patience 2.

We had a fabulous time visiting Hershey Park over the Thanksgiving holidays with Aunt Jackie, Uncle Jeff, Aunt Sue, Uncle Dave, Perri, Erin and Ella. Here are a few pictures:

I love this expression on J's face: this was during a tour of how a chocolate factory works.







Of course, a chocolate factory employs happy singing cows to make the chocolate!








In the LadyBug ride.









This one was super fast. But the boys emerged happy. Mommy might consider riding on this one, if offered a million bucks.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Monday, November 12, 2007

Is 3 the new 13?

I had seven versions of this post. I deleted them all. Bottom line: kids have been crazy. That's the best summary. Crazy rebellious. Crazy mutinous. Crazy argumentative. Crazy fighting with each other and us...We are hoping we survive. Patience... Breathe in, breathe out...

What do the experts say? I went to Parenting.com, for a promising instruction in "Dealing with Defiance":

1. Remove her

"This is the gold standard of defiance busting. When the going gets out of control, simply swoop in and physically leave the store, take her out of the sandbox, end the playdate, and head home. In order for this to work, there must be no hesitation on your part. "Don't do any cajoling, begging, or convincing," says Valerie Hedrick, a Concord, California, mom of three. "Pick her up and leave. Your child's banking on her outrageous behavior to score some points in the form of an emotional reaction from you. If there isn't one, then she gets no payoff." Just say in very clear language why you're taking action ("You didn't stop throwing sand when I told you to, so now I'm taking you out of the sandbox.") This is bottom-line, no-nonsense discipline, and it makes the most sense when used with obviously egregious behaviors.

Indeed. Done. Done, in fact, approximately 45 min ago, when V and J got into a screaming fight over who will sit on Chair A, while identical Chair B sat mere inches away. Playing time over. Result: even more massive tantrum. But perhaps it will take a few more times to sink in...

Keeping your cool is as important as consistency. "March out calmly, with an air of command," says Jennifer Ingle, a mom of two, in Conover, North Carolina. "This lets spectators know you have the situation in hand. It's much better than sputtering apologies." This attitude isn't lost on the child, who's also noting that you're the one in control. Removing her from any "audience" may quell further defiance as well.

Yes.... this one is a bit harder. Unless, of course, keeping my cool is interpreted as foaming at the mouth from frustration and wandering aimlessly around the house, looking for divine intervention...Maybe?

Let's move on, shall we?

2. Expand the consequences
The lesson that you don't forget bad behavior can pack a wallop. And having a way to punish that behavior without raining on a larger group's parade can come in handy. A mom of eight in Alaska has lots of experience with discipline, but sometimes even she has to get creative. Once, when her son was acting up at a party, she told him he'd have to miss the next party he was invited to. But first she took a photo of him in mid-naughtiness. Then, two weeks later when he was asked to another party, she brought out the picture and reminded him of why he couldn't go. This made it immediate to a child who might otherwise have relegated the episode to long-ago history. At the next birthday party he attended, he was on his best behavior. "These things happen," she says, "but mostly it happens only once or twice per child because I make sure — and they know — that they'll face the consequences later."

Okay, never done this, but I think I could give this a shot. In all fairness, it would be a useful counter to the "no, I wasn't", "no, I didn't" rebuttal that Vasco uses 10 minutes following a spectacular episode of..."naughtiness"... Will try and report back. Stay tuned.

To lighten the mood, courtesy of J: "I AM being careful. This is not dangerous, mom!!"

Sunday, November 4, 2007