Sunday, May 15, 2011

Musings and goings on...

So we've started to use "time-out" here in an effort to break up the various tiffs and assist in redirecting attention when necessary. You be the judge of our "success"...

Monday: Mary Louise bites David's hand. I put Mary Louise in time out (nose to the corner) for a count of 10. She giggles...the whole time. Afterward, I ask if she'd like to give David "a love" to say she's sorry for hurting him. She shyly walks toward David, they touch foreheads (because they still think that "love" is to receive a kiss on the forehead so that is what they offer one another - ha! David giggles and thinks the whole routine looks rather fun. He takes a turn in the corner, gives Mary Louise love, and she takes another turn. They go to play...

Monday night: When "Dada" gets home, they immediately run to the corner to demonstrate their new game...lots of giggles and loves...

Tuesday: David has a little trouble with hitting - gets put in time out twice. Still laughing...

Tuesday bath time: David and Mary Louise spontaneously erupt into a full-fledged "game" of "Time out" - for no particular reason. As they are in the shower (because they LOVE their toddler shower attachment now), I get to look at 2 very cute baby bums as they press their noses into the tile walls with glee. They even started to "count" which consisted of very loudly saying, "dada, dada, dada, adda, adda, bub, adda, hehehe".

To get their attention, I pinched Mary Louise on her back side and made a squeaky noise at the same time. She thought THIS was so funny that for the rest of shower time, she alternated sticking her duff in my face, squeaking, and putting her nose against the wall while "counting".

Wednesday: We played outside an awful lot and went on a 2.75 mile run / walk with Lizzie girl - who did NOT appreciate the distance one bit - she collapsed on the cool(er) wood floors as soon as we walked in the door. She is used to going about 2 miles with me and has done very well getting back into shape, BUT with her age and general physique, I'm thinking we've found her ideal walking distance...

During the afternoon, my, uhem, foot incident happened. The aches, pains and awkwardness of the whole walking boot thing have turned out to be no joke at all. I am certainly wondering how in the world I'll get myself back up to snuff after this one...but know that given a sliver of opportunity, I'll take it and run with it (literally). That's the plan anyhow. PT to start on Wednesday.

Thursday and Friday are a bit of a blur involving x-rays, and ortho visit and packing to attend Uncle Kyle's college graduation. Congratulations to Mommom who, as of next weekend will have 5 children who have a minimum of 1 Bachelor's degree a piece. Ultimately, if all goes to plan, she will have at least a pHd / lawyer, nurse, MD, business man, and a lawyer for kiddos. Not too shabby.

We are currently watching the flooding of the south very closely - we are from here, we live here and we have countless family and friends here...

(half of this post is from the "lost" blogger post that seems to have reappeared since the big shut down...)

xo,
Heather

1 comment:

  1. Time out was a joke at my house. My son and daughter are 16 months apart. They are in their 20s now, but I remember when my daughter was about 18 mths old (she is the youngest) . We were working on time out for discipline, she gets one of the little play school chairs, drags it across the room, hits her brother and the drags the chair to the corner and sits in it (ha)

    ReplyDelete