Discipline. And wearing pants.
My current overwhelmed-ness (is that a word? shush, I'm declaring it a word) has led me to ponder what things I'm doing that are not necessary. No, unfortunately, showering and going to work are not on that list. BUT, according to several well-paid child experts (who must therefore know SOMETHING), cleaning up after my son, getting him dressed and undressed, and fetching his toothbrush for him, are.
We have entered the era of CHORES. (dun dun DUN!)
Which also leads to discussions of DISCIPLINE. Things that we do because we have to, in order to keep ourselves safe and healthy, in order to get along with others, and in order to not cause mom to run shrieking around the house like a banshee at 7:55 pondering the multiplicity of places one size 11 boy's shoe could have gone to.
Anyhoo.
Today's dust-up was not about sitting down to eat breakfast. Nor was it about not kicking daddy in the back when crawling into bed for a snuggle. It came down to clothes. Or, rather, the lack of them.
After helping my son with the important developmental task of learning how to remove his own shirt (since he was screaming that he didn't want to wear it), I escorted a naked toddler out to the car. Luckily, it was a warm morning. (meaning at this time of year, low 50's)
After being assured that the ONLY way he would get warm on the ride to school was to don a shirt, no blankets being offered, he relucantantly chose the OTHER one. (Did you know this trick? Always offer two choices, and when they refuse to choose, pick the one you DON'T want them to wear. They will always immediately insist on having the other one.)
On the way to daycare, we had this discussion:
"No honey, there's a rule that you have to wear pants at preschool. You'll just have to stand outside the building until you're ready to put on clothes."
I'll let you guess the outcome.
We have entered the era of CHORES. (dun dun DUN!)
Which also leads to discussions of DISCIPLINE. Things that we do because we have to, in order to keep ourselves safe and healthy, in order to get along with others, and in order to not cause mom to run shrieking around the house like a banshee at 7:55 pondering the multiplicity of places one size 11 boy's shoe could have gone to.
Anyhoo.
Today's dust-up was not about sitting down to eat breakfast. Nor was it about not kicking daddy in the back when crawling into bed for a snuggle. It came down to clothes. Or, rather, the lack of them.
After helping my son with the important developmental task of learning how to remove his own shirt (since he was screaming that he didn't want to wear it), I escorted a naked toddler out to the car. Luckily, it was a warm morning. (meaning at this time of year, low 50's)
After being assured that the ONLY way he would get warm on the ride to school was to don a shirt, no blankets being offered, he relucantantly chose the OTHER one. (Did you know this trick? Always offer two choices, and when they refuse to choose, pick the one you DON'T want them to wear. They will always immediately insist on having the other one.)
On the way to daycare, we had this discussion:
"No honey, there's a rule that you have to wear pants at preschool. You'll just have to stand outside the building until you're ready to put on clothes."
I'll let you guess the outcome.
posted by Tzipporah at 5:49 PM
3 Comments:
I'm waiting for the outcome.
Hope he's not still standing there with no pants.
My son probably would be. Intractable is the word.
Just think how well it will serve him in later years
Make him wear a kilt.
"I escorted a naked toddler out to the car. "
Sentence and imagery of the week.
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