Tough Love
Tuesday night Damoomoo had "remembered" that he had to work that night for the Eagles concert. So it left me trying to figure out what to do for dinner, how to clean up, wash dishes, and do laundry all at the same time... The gift of mult-tasking, right? Well add to that list, a 2 year old who was crying about everything not going his way, which meant every 15 minutes. Then that same 2 year old literally ignoring me. Here's what happened.
I decided to just grab some McDonald's chicken nuggets and french fries (dinner for both me and the kids). While we were driving the 4 mile drive down Alamo, Mio kept crying because I couldn't give him the french fries long enough. (This is after him crying over the fact that AJ was singing "his song", and the moon was on kuya's side)
When we finally arrived I pulled out a blanket and we had a picnic. I had to keep telling Mio to sit down while we were eating instead of running around, doing half tumbles (bending over til his head touched the ground), and jumping/dancing. The whole time my pleas of "Mio, sit down and eat" went nowhere.
Afterwards as we were watching TV, Mio starts jumping up and down on the couch until he finally falls down. In typically Mio fashion he just gets up and walks away with only a little whimper. As I call him back to tell him not to do that, he just walks away!
I'm already at my "pulling my hair out" mode, so I figure let me get them upstairs for a bath to calm them down. As I gather all their pj stuff, they start to play on their slide. I see Mio trying to walk up the slide which is something I do not allow because it's the same rule at the school that I want AJ to get used to as well. I told Miom, "do not walk up the slide, please use the steps to go up" He doesn't even look at me, he just continues up the slide. THAT's IT!
I pull him off the slide and "throw him into the tub". Afterwards I told him that he is timeout, in his bedroom. He goes, I turn off the lights in the hallway and leave for my room. He begins to cry. After a few minutes, I decide that he is okay enough to talk to. I sit on the floor, and literally have to hold his face up so that he looks at me in the eyes. I told him that to be a good boy, you have to listen to mommy. When mommy calls you, and your name is MIO, then you need to listen. When mommy says stop, that means stop! We sat there for about 1/2 an hour just to make sure he understood.
The next day, when I asked, "Mio can you please put your cup on the table?" He did not hesitate, and even asked if their table was the right place! Wow, it worked... for now... but so far so good.... Now if I could only get him to sleep through the night without crying for juice.
I decided to just grab some McDonald's chicken nuggets and french fries (dinner for both me and the kids). While we were driving the 4 mile drive down Alamo, Mio kept crying because I couldn't give him the french fries long enough. (This is after him crying over the fact that AJ was singing "his song", and the moon was on kuya's side)
When we finally arrived I pulled out a blanket and we had a picnic. I had to keep telling Mio to sit down while we were eating instead of running around, doing half tumbles (bending over til his head touched the ground), and jumping/dancing. The whole time my pleas of "Mio, sit down and eat" went nowhere.
Afterwards as we were watching TV, Mio starts jumping up and down on the couch until he finally falls down. In typically Mio fashion he just gets up and walks away with only a little whimper. As I call him back to tell him not to do that, he just walks away!
I'm already at my "pulling my hair out" mode, so I figure let me get them upstairs for a bath to calm them down. As I gather all their pj stuff, they start to play on their slide. I see Mio trying to walk up the slide which is something I do not allow because it's the same rule at the school that I want AJ to get used to as well. I told Miom, "do not walk up the slide, please use the steps to go up" He doesn't even look at me, he just continues up the slide. THAT's IT!
I pull him off the slide and "throw him into the tub". Afterwards I told him that he is timeout, in his bedroom. He goes, I turn off the lights in the hallway and leave for my room. He begins to cry. After a few minutes, I decide that he is okay enough to talk to. I sit on the floor, and literally have to hold his face up so that he looks at me in the eyes. I told him that to be a good boy, you have to listen to mommy. When mommy calls you, and your name is MIO, then you need to listen. When mommy says stop, that means stop! We sat there for about 1/2 an hour just to make sure he understood.
The next day, when I asked, "Mio can you please put your cup on the table?" He did not hesitate, and even asked if their table was the right place! Wow, it worked... for now... but so far so good.... Now if I could only get him to sleep through the night without crying for juice.
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