Another post?!?
Four posts in three days...maybe my life is more exciting than I thought! (Or maybe I like competing with Elisa!!) For today's entry I have to brag about some excellent mothering skills exhibited by myself this morning. Usually Levi is a very well behaved and easy going little tyke. Ocassionally though, I guess he likes to "add a little variety" to his routine. People often asked me, after noticing his red hair, if he has the temper to go with it. And when he was younger I'd always have to say no, but around age 2 1/2 apparantley a mild to moderate case of demon possession began taking over. The thing is, it didn't happen that often and to this day it still doesn't. Ninety-nine percent of the time he is ridiculously well mannered, but then there's the other 1% of the time and... man can he bring it when he wants to.
So anyways this morning, I met up with my friend Liz and her two boys for a playdate at the foodcourt playground in the mall near our houses. Levi and Sammy were playing "badguys" and had gotten into a few tiffs. I had warned him already that if he threw any more fits that we would immediately go home. Later he and Sammy we're playing and suddenly Sammy starts crying- I still don't know exactly what happened except that Levi starts saying "Sorry Sammy! Sorry Sammy!" When I had him sit in time-out for doing whatever he was apologizing for, suddenly it starts happening: his feet start stopming and his arms start flailing. I knew it was gonn abe all down hill from here. I reminded him that "Mommy was telling the truth earlier" and now we would be going home and began loading our stuff up. Obviously delighted by this news, he begins an ear piercing high pitched scream that echos in the high ceilings of the food court. (I told you he could bring it!) Now here's where the excellent mothering comes in because there's one thing I've learned about discipling in public, and that is you have to be careful. I calmly looked him in the eyes and said, "Go ahead and keep screaming and I'm going to count every scream you do. Whatever number that is, is going to be how many spankings you will get when we get home."
He stopped mid-scream. Don't you think Steve Wages would be so proud, Elisa?
So anyways this morning, I met up with my friend Liz and her two boys for a playdate at the foodcourt playground in the mall near our houses. Levi and Sammy were playing "badguys" and had gotten into a few tiffs. I had warned him already that if he threw any more fits that we would immediately go home. Later he and Sammy we're playing and suddenly Sammy starts crying- I still don't know exactly what happened except that Levi starts saying "Sorry Sammy! Sorry Sammy!" When I had him sit in time-out for doing whatever he was apologizing for, suddenly it starts happening: his feet start stopming and his arms start flailing. I knew it was gonn abe all down hill from here. I reminded him that "Mommy was telling the truth earlier" and now we would be going home and began loading our stuff up. Obviously delighted by this news, he begins an ear piercing high pitched scream that echos in the high ceilings of the food court. (I told you he could bring it!) Now here's where the excellent mothering comes in because there's one thing I've learned about discipling in public, and that is you have to be careful. I calmly looked him in the eyes and said, "Go ahead and keep screaming and I'm going to count every scream you do. Whatever number that is, is going to be how many spankings you will get when we get home."
He stopped mid-scream. Don't you think Steve Wages would be so proud, Elisa?
posted by Christina at
2:35 PM
3 Comments:
Yay!!! Another blogger buddy! I am so glad to see the pics! They are so cute!! And huge!! What fun! I can't wait to see more pics and hear more great stories! I am so busy with school but I promise to do my best to keep up! Only 11 months to go! Blogspot....bringing friends together again!! Hugs!
The "Sorry Sammy!" part of this story makes me laugh. I'm impressed that you do what you say you will enough that he thinks you actually mean what you say. That's got to be tough. And, yes, I think Steve Wages would be proud, too. :) Who else was in that class with us? I was thinking that maybe Jaime was but I guess not. (?) I can't believe that it's been so long that I can't remember!
Oh how I wish you lived closer :( I can I will have to learn how to parent from you long-distance via blog. i can't imagine Korben walking much less throwing a fit...so if I ever call you from the mall frantic and say "its coming, i can see the fit coming" be sure and be ready with some quick advice, kay?
love you!
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