That is the word most frequently heard around our house these days.
In case you haven’t noticed, I have a preschooler and a toddler. Both of them are boys. (Funny how when people find that latter part out, I almost always get an extra boost of sympathy).
We (the parents) are definitely guilty of over-using the “no”. I know I’ve read many articles that say something like “Make yes happen more, and your child will be more cooperative!” But many times, yes just isn’t an option.
Monster’s climbing on the kitchen table to get at the light that hangs above it. – “No!”
Bug’s going after the silverware in the dishwasher (often containing knives). – “No!”
Monster is laying on his brother, effectively smothering him. – “No!”
Bug is running around the house with a long, skinny toy (like the hammer or screw driver that goes with their tool set) stuffed into his mouth. – “No!”
Toys are taken away, butts are swatted, time-outs are had.
Still, it seems no lessons are learned. Hah. No.
I realize it may be time for a bit of change in strategy, but what and how?
Bug still refuses to communicate by anything but screaming and crying. *sigh*
Monster has decided that he is now autonomous. He’s just as guilty of saying “no” as we are (if not more so).
Monster, please pick up your – “No!” (screamed defiantly before I even finish the sentence). This is true for most things I ask of him these days, even when it’s something he wants to do. *sigh*
This is probably why I haven’t updated in two weeks. Life has been fairly monotonous (minus a visit with my good friend – my boys’ “aunt” Sam) around here lately. It is the above written, on repeat. Every day. *sigh*
Yeah, I do a lot of sighing these days. It’ll change, right? Hopefully in just a few weeks or months, right? Yeah, that’s what I keep telling myself.