Beautiful Life

Hey child up and go; A big world is out there waiting for us to live in every day. Outside you will find, there is love all around you; Takes you, makes you wanna' say; That it's a beautiful life and it's a beautiful world and it's a beautiful time to be here, to be here, to be here. -Fisher

Saturday, February 21, 2009

A First For Everything

Even Time-Out!

Clearly, I have caused great pain and suffering here...but, before you race to the phone to dial the local Department of Social Services office to report me, hear me out!

Our sweet Claire has been in our family for...well, according to the ticker at the bottom, 9 months, 1 week and 1 day! She has had time to adjust, people. And she has done well!

So, her new thing is to make numerous messes and leave them in her wake as she moves on to the next activity. You know, normal 3 year old stuff! And, we've been slow to issue discipline with this one, because she's an angel we felt she needed time. Time to figure out being in a family. Lest you think we've let her go wild, we haven't! She really hasn't NEEDED much discipline. She rarely tests the boundaries. But, we're all (and by all, I mean the other kids!) getting a little tired of cleaning up her messes.


I know her grandparents are on the verge of getting on the phone to raise cain with me now. How could I do this to that sweet baby???

Today she dumped the letters out on the floor and then got up to go on to something else. I calmly pointed her back in the direction of the letters and told her she needed to clean them up first. Tears ensued. As you can see. And, she flat refused to clean up. The very idea that expected her to clean up her own mess! So....that lead to the lovely time-out picture up there. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth. Because really guys, she was mad, not hurt, that I would do this to her!

When she came back, she cried some more. Then she sat stubbornly and just looked at the letters. Fiddled with the letters. Looked some more. I calmly repeated the directive, "put the letters in the basket". She pointed to the basket and said, "that is a box". Okay. So, put the letters in the box! I turned away and pretended to ignore her. After about a minute I hear the letters clattering into the "box".


I'm more stubborn than any three year old. Lesson learned ...until next time, I'm sure!


eastandwest said...

Hee Hee. That is a hilarious post! How dare you inflict boundaries on that sweet child? :)

Brianna said...

I'm glad you still punsih her when need be, otherwise, she'd grow up to be a bratt. Keep up the good work! :)