Here are a couple little things that have happened lately that I feel are worth mentioning:
First...the incident! Yep, it happened. I had to give Sawyer a true spanking for the first time. What did he do to deserve such a thing? Well let me tell you. We were driving home from a long day at work and he asked if I would roll his window down. I thought that was a great idea because it would keep him from wanting to watch Elmo for awhile. So I rolled his window down. Just when I turned slightly to check on him I see him chuck his full sippy cup out the open window. He looked at me with the ornery surprised look of "oops." I saw a truck drive past and I heard the cup shatter, thankfully he didn't hit a car! He totally knew what he was doing and he totally knew that it was wrong. I pulled over and "talked" to him very sternly about not throwing things out the window but he didn't seem to be concerned by my tone. I called Chris and he said, "yes, you definitely need to give him a spanking when you get home." Stink! I really didn't want to do that, but I agreed it needed to be done. We pulled into the garage and I go to get Sawyer out of the car and I say "go straight inside and stand by the couch until I get there." He did as I asked. I sat down and stood him up in front of me and reiterated what I had told him in the car. Me, "did you throw your cup out the window?" Sawyer, "yes." Me, "was that a bad boy?" Sawyer, "yes." Me, "do you need a spanking for that?" Sawyer, "yes." I had to do it. I swatted him on his bumper with what I thought was a pretty firm hand. He did not cry. He just stood there and stared at me. I then said, "ok, now go sit on your time out mat." He walked over to the mat but refused to sit down. Here we go again, time for another spanking. I swatted him again, this time a little harder. He stared at me for a second, his lip started to quiver, and he started wailing! He sat on his mat and wailed for a good 3 or 4 minutes. Then I asked him if he was going to be good and he said yes and I let him up. That was it. It was over. I survived. There have been no more "incidents" since.
Second...today when I took Sawyer to the babysitter's I went to get him out of the car. When I tried to pick him up to carry him in he said, "no mommy, I have shoes, I walk." Awww, he is getting so big and doesn't need me to carry him anymore. (which is probably a good thing for my back!!) I miss my baby!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings but Christopher would do the same thing when he got swatted...just stand and stare like "i don't care..hurt you more than me"
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