Yes, it's true: I blog about how Senator Edwards should drop out of the race and . . . he does. Would you look at that. I take all responsibility. Thank you, thank you. Or shoot me, shoot me, whatever your inclination may be.
On the subject of feeling the power, I have been rocking the discipline lately with the twins. There's been a spate of limit-testing of late chez Snickollet, especially from Maddie. Hitting, throwing things, not complying with requests . . . normal toddler stuff, but it was getting to the point that I was yelling a lot and feeling out of control and bad way, way too often. So I decided I needed a plan. Redirecting worked OK, but I have to admit that I lacked the patience to do it consistently and effectively, and instead I'd end up in the yelling and feeling bad cycle. I know that I've mentioned before that I'd read and started using the techniques in 1,2, 3 Magic (sorry, too lazy to link to the previous posts), but in the past couple of weeks, I've gotten really consistent about it.
Good news: it's easy. And it works! In theory, the twins are too young to understand time-outs. But I'm here to tell you that Maddie TOTALLY gets it. Riley kind of gets it; he seems to understand what causes the time-out, but once the time-out is over, he does not apply that knowledge very well to future situations. Maddie, on the other hand, will get a time-out for something, then later in the day consider doing the same thing again and say to herself, "No. No time-out," and move on. She gets it.
I have to admit, the whole thing sort-of cracks me up. I give them their time-outs in their cribs, with the lights on and the door closed. I leave them in there for about 30 seconds. They love their cribs and are very good about bedtime, so I'm not quite sure why it's so horrific for them to be put in there for 30 seconds. I guess it's my tone of voice and the closed door . . . I don't know. But they really do hate it.
I don't want to make it sound like I give them time-outs all the time. Not hardly. In fact, it only took about three time-outs before it got to where I could say, "Do you want a time out? No? OK, then please stop doing [X]," and it worked. I feel like a real parent, with a discipline strategy and everything. As with most things about parenthood, it's not necessarily the strategy I thought I'd use, but if there's one things parenting is good for, it's developing one's taste for humble pie. With a side of crow.
I confess that I've had the TV on as I've written this. In an of itself, that's not such a shocking confession. But I have it turned to The Moment of Truth. I don't get this show. I mean, answer the embarrassing questions truthfully and admit to some horrible crap! Or lie and end up both admitting to some horrible crap and being exposed as a liar! (Assuming that the polygraph test is accurate, which is a big assumption.) And if you decide to give up your money so as to avoid answering a question, that's pretty incriminating in and of itself. I think it's my bedtime.