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My boy was having a whiny, recalcitrant morning wherein nothing was right. He's in that phase where I'm suspecting he's saved the Terrible Twos until he was three and could enjoy them more fully.
He didn't want to take his space pill this morning (daily Singulair) and was pitching a fit. It became his "space pill" because one day we were playing cosmonaut due to the presence of a spaceship on his t-shirt. I also give the dog some daily medicine each morning, so when he decided he didn't want his I simply said "Okay, you don't have to take it. I'm going to fix Micky HER space pills now..."
Of course, since the dog was getting hers...
He didn't want any pants, let alone socks and shoes.
"Okay," I shrugged. "You just keep your jammies on, I'm going to take your pants, socks and shoes with ME and I'll drop them off at school without you."
Of course, since those items would be going to school anyway...
Then he didn't want to go outside to get in the car. "Okay," I said. "You just stay there, standing in the kitchen and crying. I have to take Micky outside. We'll be back, you just make sure and stand there, and PLEASE, keep crying since you're enjoying it so much. We'll be back in a few minutes."
I never raised my voice or got sarcastic, I just was going to let him have his way while everyone else went on with their lives.
Of course, since we were going outside anyway... and since I ASKED him to KEEP crying and didn't appear bothered by it...
Mission accomplished nicely. My own (biological) mother would have slapped me repeatedly, my father would have bawled me out while letting me know how I was ruining HIS life, etc.
Yep, I felt pretty damned good about handling my son with none of that garbage.
Precis Writing:
My son was crying a lot and I calmed him down without the tough tactics my parents resorted to on me.
Go, Chamataka, go. I always excelled in English Composition. I was a whiz kid. LMAO
My son was crying a lot and I calmed him down without the tough tactics my parents resorted to on me.
Go, Chamataka, go. I always excelled in English Composition. I was a whiz kid. LMAO
True.
But you will always lack art. And quite possibly the nuances of emotion which accompany it.
For you the sun will always be a burning ball of gas around which our planet revolves. For me -- it's different. It's that burning ball of gas, too -- but it's also different. And for you it never will be, because that other stuff is useless nonsense compared to NASA's definition of the sun.
Go, Chamataka, you GO!
Last edited by Urban Sasquatch; 06-11-2010 at 09:56 AM..
Not quite a whisperer, but one time I actually shouted for them to SHUT UP!!! and all at once, they all shut up for about 2 seconds, and then the chirping commenced. I wonder if one of those fake owls would help ward them off?
Bro, it might help if you get a recording off the internet,etc, of an eagle or hawk's 'Attack' scream.
Not quite a whisperer, but one time I actually shouted for them to SHUT UP!!! and all at once, they all shut up for about 2 seconds, and then the chirping commenced. I wonder if one of those fake owls would help ward them off?
Mmm...it might. I know at the beach some of the hotels have fake owls to help ward off the birds there. Lol....imagining you yelling SHUT UP and them looking at you like "what kind of chirping is he doing"
Them birds might just intepret that as more competition and raise their ''game ''
I think you're right, you can only put that off so many times before they call your bluff.
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