Boyfriend got out the vacuum and brought it into the living room where Sev was. She asked what he was going to do. He looked at her and said, "I'll give you two guesses. What am I about to do?" She started yelling something about being able to do ANYTHING HE WANTED TO DO.
I asked Sev what SHE was going to do, seeing as she was on some motivational roll. She yelled at the top of her lungs, "I'M GOING TO DO A HUNDRED DOLLARS, ABS, AND BASS DRUMS!!!!!!"
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
On Discipline...
Seven is notoriously distracted. By everything. To the point that it makes certain people wonder whether or not she should be checked out. When I give her instructions, I usually ask if she heard me. She always says, "yes," and then I ask her what I had said, and she replies, "I don't know." If THAT's not the most frustrating thing in the world...
It was a lovely day today, and I had some of the windows open. We live on the second floor of a condo building, so it's an ULTIMATE NO-NO to touch the blinds. That way she stays away from the windows. I caught her messing with the blinds, so I yelled at her, "SEVEN! DO NOT TOUCH THE BLINDS. DO NOT GO NEAR THAT WINDOW OR YOU WILL GET A TIME-OUT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She said yes, so I asked her to repeat it back to me. I got the usual "I don't know."
UGH.
Once again, I repeated myself: "DO NOT TOUCH THE BLINDS AGAIN BECAUSE THE WINDOWS ARE DANGEROUS. IF YOU TOUCH THE BLINDS AGAIN, YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY GO INTO A TIME-OUT." Keep in mind, I was literally saying this loudly, eye-level with her, within arm's reach, making eye contact. I asked her to repeat what I had just said.
Her response? "You're going to toss me out the window and then put me in time-out."
Son of a....!
It was a lovely day today, and I had some of the windows open. We live on the second floor of a condo building, so it's an ULTIMATE NO-NO to touch the blinds. That way she stays away from the windows. I caught her messing with the blinds, so I yelled at her, "SEVEN! DO NOT TOUCH THE BLINDS. DO NOT GO NEAR THAT WINDOW OR YOU WILL GET A TIME-OUT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She said yes, so I asked her to repeat it back to me. I got the usual "I don't know."
UGH.
Once again, I repeated myself: "DO NOT TOUCH THE BLINDS AGAIN BECAUSE THE WINDOWS ARE DANGEROUS. IF YOU TOUCH THE BLINDS AGAIN, YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY GO INTO A TIME-OUT." Keep in mind, I was literally saying this loudly, eye-level with her, within arm's reach, making eye contact. I asked her to repeat what I had just said.
Her response? "You're going to toss me out the window and then put me in time-out."
Son of a....!
Saturday, February 4, 2012
The Problems with Being Sick.
Seven and I have been battling an onslaught of colds since Christmas. For serious, we have both been seriously sick twice in the past month, and we're still dealing with residual coughs and runny noses here and there.
One night, Sev was a little overly tired from the day and, heaven forbid, I made her take a bath after her dinner. She started whining and crying. I walked into the other room for a minute to hear her yell out, "MOM! MOM! I need a tissue!" I asked her why. "MY NOSE! It's.... it's falling! It's running away!!"
One night, Sev was a little overly tired from the day and, heaven forbid, I made her take a bath after her dinner. She started whining and crying. I walked into the other room for a minute to hear her yell out, "MOM! MOM! I need a tissue!" I asked her why. "MY NOSE! It's.... it's falling! It's running away!!"
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