Sunday, August 23, 2009
And the winner for Miss Congeniality. . .
Hannah. She's the winner.
The grace she displays while throwing tantrums is absolutely astounding. And the frequency? A+++. If you need drama, she will provide it. Her princess dress slips off her shoulders? She'll scream. A fly dares to buzz near her head? Wailing and Gnashing of teeth. She hears the word 'No?' Nuclear melt-down. Someone is playing with a toy she wants? Scratching and hitting ensue. Ask her if she wants some help putting on a shirt? NO! SHE CAN DO IT HERSELF! yelled at top lung capacity.
It's absolutely charming.
I keep telling myself that I must be firm. I cannot respond to yelling and screaming and crying. I will ignore her until she uses a nice voice. I say, repeatedly, "Oh, use a nice voice. What do we say when we want something? 'Please.' Don't forget to say 'please,' Hannah. You may not yell. Either you can sit in timeout or you can help cleanup. Use a nice voice. The answer is still no. Hannah we don't scratch. If you won't sit in timeout I will hold you here and you won't like it. No Hannah. What do you do when you want something? Hannah say please. Hannah stop yelling."
But sometimes at the end of the day, or even sometimes early in a bad morning, I say, "Fine Hannah. Whatever you want. Just for the love of everything holy STOP CRYING." And then I put myself in timeout while she bangs on the bedroom door crying.
I'm trying to remember; I think this is a stage they go through, right? Kenzie went through this, didn't she? It's pretty much the end of the world about every 5 minutes around here lately and my stash of coping chocolate is dwindling.
at 9:09 PM