Monday, April 6, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
"The boss of me."
As many of you know, bedtime with Sydney has never been straight forward. We typically get her ready for bed, read her a few stories, give her hugs and kisses and then she's up for 1 - 2.5 hours playing in her room. She's allowed to do this as long as she's quiet and doesn't disrupt anyone else in the house. She has a little table in her room where she can do puzzles, draw, make cards, etc. Of course, this means that we've given her paper, tape and markers too.... (Are you in the future too?)
Tonight I walked in on Sydney drawing on her lamp. Let's let that sink in. She was drawing on her lamp with a black marker. I said, "Sydney! What are you doing?" Her response was, "It's my lamp." I told her that she knows she's not supposed to draw on anything but paper. She says that this lamp belongs to her and she can do whatever she wants with it. I drag her butt over to the bathroom to get some damp toilet paper (boy am I glad I'm getting more TP from the Food Lion sale) and then drag her back over to her room. Hollis steps in to help her clean the lamp because he's afraid I'm going to hurt the child.
Sydney and I keep arguing over the same point. She said, "I'm allowed to do whatever I want. I'm the boss of it. Even though you bought it, it belongs to me, so I get to decide." For a second, I admire that she's trying to put together a good argument and trying to assert her independence. I quickly squash it. I tell her that even though she owns things, it doesn't mean that she can destroy it. What I didn't tell her was that though she may be the boss of that lamp, I'm still the boss of her.
Tonight I walked in on Sydney drawing on her lamp. Let's let that sink in. She was drawing on her lamp with a black marker. I said, "Sydney! What are you doing?" Her response was, "It's my lamp." I told her that she knows she's not supposed to draw on anything but paper. She says that this lamp belongs to her and she can do whatever she wants with it. I drag her butt over to the bathroom to get some damp toilet paper (boy am I glad I'm getting more TP from the Food Lion sale) and then drag her back over to her room. Hollis steps in to help her clean the lamp because he's afraid I'm going to hurt the child.
Sydney and I keep arguing over the same point. She said, "I'm allowed to do whatever I want. I'm the boss of it. Even though you bought it, it belongs to me, so I get to decide." For a second, I admire that she's trying to put together a good argument and trying to assert her independence. I quickly squash it. I tell her that even though she owns things, it doesn't mean that she can destroy it. What I didn't tell her was that though she may be the boss of that lamp, I'm still the boss of her.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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