Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Don't Speak

We are on day 3 of punishment and things are going relatively well. The first day, Monday, was a dream! The boys played together all day, the TV stayed off completely and I was blissfully happy with the whole thing. Even the 2 hour "quiet time" went well. Kiddo was bored for sure - he did a lot of staring at the wall, but he didn't whine or complain or try to find excuses to come out. 

Tuesday though was a different story.  It was the first day of in room grounding, and it didn't go so well. Kiddo did great in that he remembered and he willingly stayed in his room all day, but he and Port fought ALL day! Port kept trying to play in there with him, which was fine the day before, but for some reason was not working yesterday. I had to get up and go break up fights a million times. The TV still stayed off until I was cooking dinner and Port requested a Signing Time video. I was happy to oblige him so I could have some peace. The 2 hour quiet time was a mess with Kiddo; he was terribly bored despite bringing in a bunch of books and a drawing board. He fussed and whined and made excuses until I was about to blow my lid. When his 2 hours were up, Port was still napping so Kiddo could not go back to his room. I made him come outside with me and help in the garden.

2 minutes into him helping me fill buckets from our water reserves, he got a nose bleed. I made him go inside and lie down on the sofa. I came back in to check on him a few minutes later and he was playing with toys in the living room floor. uh-huh. So I made him come back outside and he held a bowl while I harvested the days veggies. (I was able to pick a few tomatoes, some okra, several cucumbers and some banana peppers!) He got a little grounding break while I took a shower and by the time I was done Port was up.  The afternoon was a little better as long as I kept the boys separated.

Today I am sure will be more challenging as the novelty of being grounded wears off. Kiddo has been occupying himself with his radio, playing various kid's CDs and rocking out to them. If I have to hear the Kidz Bop version of Big Girls Don't Cry one more time....

In other news, we think Port is about ready for a regular bed. He is too tall now to be in the crib under the bunk his brother sleeps in; when he stands up he bonks his head on the bed above him. He begs me every day to get in Kiddo's bed, and when I let him he lays down, pulls the covers up over himself and says "night night". It is so cute! I am afraid though that he won't actually STAY in the bed once he figures out how to get out of it, so we are trying to come up with a way to lock them in the room so that Port can't get out, but Kiddo can if he needs to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Kiddo still cannot open those child proof door knob covers, so we will have to find something else. I don't want them to lock us out either...hmm. It may come down to me laying down with him at night like I did with Kiddo. I would just hate to get in that habit though.

Speaking of Port, I have been meaning to write this down for a while; I wanted to list some of the funny words Port is saying now.  He has a habit of leaving off the first letter or two of certain words and adding letters to other words.

baw-baby = strawberry
asses = glasses
bee-nick = phoenix
bee-me = Grammy
eye-nee = heiney
nok = milk (this is exactly how Kiddo pronounced milk too!)
bopper = diaper (again, a perfect match to Kiddo's pronunciation)
peeze = please
sh!t = sit (yeah that one is fun)
feesh fies = french fries (it used to be wuh-wyes. so cute!)
I luh-loo = I love you

Of course there are many more, but I can't think of them right now. The way he speaks is so sweet.

Sometimes I wish he would stay this age forever.

D :)


Jen Barnes said...

a cheap wooden doggie gate... James can climb over one but L can't so I figure it's probably the same for your two guys.

Jen Barnes said...

oops, sorry, we called it a doggie gate because of the corgis... a cheap doorway child gate thing... I'm sure you know what I mean.

Dawn said...

Julia - no it doesn't scare him. He doesn't like it, but he's used to it. He's been getting them pretty regularly since he was tiny. They always come on more frequent when he is stressed or anxious, or when he's exerted himself too much.

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