Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Time Out


Time out.

It is an interesting thing to introduce little ones to.  I am not sure if they understand the concept or not.  But it is necessary to discipline and I will never really spank my children.  Oh sure, I have given a light swat on the bum, but never anything that could even remotely hurt.  I have a very strict policy against real spanking.

Faye has been making me laugh the past few days, though she doesn't know it.  She tends to get into trouble.  A lot.  We go over and over the fact she is not allowed to sneak into the kitchen, open a jar of peanut butter, and proceed to paint the counter with it, and eat it. It just is not kosher!  And so, I clean her up.  Again.  We talk about why it is wrong, and if she wants something all she needs to do is come get me and I will be happy to  fix her anything, but she must not get into the peanut butter!  I then send her to time out.  She will say "Okay, Mommy.  Sorry."  Give me a hug, and then skip- literally skip- over to the timeout chair.

The second her little tush hits the chair though, the waterworks begin.  The screaming, the crying, the tantruming.  I think she thinks that is what she is supposed to do.  I am not sure.  I have tried to explain to her that she gets to leave timeout as soon as she can sit quietly for two minutes.  For some reason, though, she ignores that, and cries.

This morning she was into the peanut butter again.  Again!  We sat down and talked.  I then cleaned her up, and as I was standing up to go get ready to pick up Keith from pre-school, she happily climbed up into the chair, said "I'm in time-out, Mommy" and then proceeded to wail and cry.  I hadn't even told her to go to time out.  She did that all on her own.  She screamed for about five minutes, finally calmed down and was quiet for one and a half.  I heard sniffles coming on again, so I called to her to come give me a hug.  I missed my little Faye girl.  She jumped out of the chair, all smiles again, and ran to me to give me a big hug/cuddle.

Sigh.  That girl.
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