"I prefer books and movies where the conflict isn't of the extreme cannibal apocalypse variety I guess." Redsfaithful
We've also tried the little chair approach. That's more intensive as you have to physically pick her up and plop her back on her chair every time she moves. That one isn't quite as effective because you spend all your time putting her back in her chair but it does get the point across provided you stick to it and don't give in because it's a pain.
We've also used her pack-n-play. While she doesn't exactly "sit still" she is confined and can't do what she wants. We've tried to use it sparingly because we don't want her to hate being in the thing altogether.
Fortunately, she's right on the cusp of talking so our discipline options are about to open up (then again she'll have more reasons to need disciplined if she's anything like her father).
Last edited by Ltlabner; 12-01-2009 at 03:56 PM.
a super volcano of ridonkulous suckitude.
I simply don't have access to a "cares about RBI" place in my psyche. There is a "mildly curious about OBI%" alcove just before the acid filled lake guarded by robot snipers with lasers which leads to the "cares about RBI" antechamber though. - Nate
It's actually something I learned from dog training. When we were training my dog, our instructor told us that dogs have to understand who is boss. The best way to do that is to start out teaching them how to lay down on command. To do that, you sit the dog next to you on the floor, tell them "down," and move their front paws out so that they have to lay down. Keep them in the down position for a set amount of time. If they start to get up, move their front paws back out until they go down again. When time is up, give them the command that lets them know they are free to move about again. For my boys, I just adapted it to a time out situation and added the stuff about explaining to them why they were in time out. It seems odd to use a dog training trick on kids, but it seems to work. It also gives both of us tlme to cool off before we discuss what happened.
Burn down the disco. Hang the blessed DJ. Because the music that he constantly plays, it says nothing to me about my life.
My Mom use to say to us three boys, who were very ornery growing up.... "I hope when you grow up you have three boys just like yourselves. Then you'll see!"
So much truth there.
I love being a parent; but it is a challenge and involves tough decisions. It seems you're "maturing" while your kids are too. And as soon as someone figures out the perfect parenting formula, then please forward me a copy.
Last edited by GAC; 12-02-2009 at 05:30 AM.
"panic" only comes from having real expectations