Monday, January 7
Bre has a theory...
Her theory is that the world will one day be ruled by the children of immigrants. Yeah, I get that we're all immigrants in America, we're talking about those precocious 10 year olds that conduct all business for their parents who speak no English. Some of these kids have a better grasp on life than most ADULTS we deal with.
It was a conscious decision to have Big O interact with adults in little ways, like asking for a box at the pizza parlor, to foster that sense of how to behave in the adult world. In writing this post, I am not sure I've done that with Little O. She pulls the baby card a lot, and we let her. Part of that is her father's inability to stomach whining. He just caves in a surly way, just to stop the racket. It's one of the things I could just smack him for. Calm and consistent is not in his genetic make up. In retrospect we may have been TOO calm with Big O, but I'm not sold on the Honey's method either. It's definitely a style clash sometimes.
Counting to 3 worked wonders with Big O in terms of keeping it calm and matter of fact. They Honey thinks obedience should be instant--therefore he refuses to count, but then he caves, so what does he THINK is going to happen? I need some subliminal tapes. Or a shock collar. Maybe a taser for the whole crew.
OOOOOOOHHH! I was supposed to be positive.
I am positive that I will give you the story of my sweet elderly landlady tomorrow.