Last week, my Sunday school class got together for lunch after church. We've all known each other for a good, long while, and most families are currently baking a kid or have one/some. In other words, we could fill a small daycare. It's been really awesome to have these families around because I feel a little less crazy.
"Oh, your child also eats boogers. Good, I'm glad Cara's not the only one who does that."
So, after lunch, the little ones were running all around the room, working off that extra toddler energy when I noticed that Cara was starting up the stairs to the stage with all of the sound equipment on it. Not the ideal place for a wild toddler. I picked her up off the stairs and tried to redirect her to play with another child, but unfortunately, she is nothing if not persistent, so the babe ended up in time out. I sat her on the floor for time out, and she stayed exactly where I put her, listened to my speech about "here's why you're in time out" and hugged and kissed me in the end. Man, she makes me look good.
Except when she immediately goes back to the stairs. *big mom sigh*
This time, I took her away from where the other children were playing and sat her near the adults for time out. Same thing, she sat quietly, we had the talk and the kisses, and she ran off to play (or climb back on the stairs...I let daddy handle it this time). So after Cara scampered away, another mommy of a not-quite-walker asked me an innocent question: "How did you learn to do that? Did you read a book or something?"
Here is where I stop and cringe. The answer choices are:
A) I wrote a blog post or two about toddler discipline and how bad I sucked at it, and then I took the advice people left me in the comments
B) I watched a few episodes of Supernanny and tried that. It worked better than saying "no" over and over and being ignored
C) I'm flying by the seat of my pants. I have no idea what I'm doing. Cara is actually the one in charge here.
To help you figure out the answer, we're going to return to boogers. As in, Cara has recently learned to pick her nose. Such ladylike behavior. She especially likes to do it in the car when she knows that no one can really get to her. So, the other day, PJ was driving and I was riding and Cara was digging. I reached back to her, pulled her little finger out of her little nose, and told her "mommy said no picking your nose." And she said, "NO! Time out, mommy."