I think they’re working.

Timeouts, that is. Or maybe it’s just the combination of focusing on lowering my stress level, his new language explosion (even if it’s still in a super secret language that only I can understand), and him finally getting old enough to understand, if only a little bit, that there can be consequences to his actions.

I don’t know, I don’t claim to know. I’m just cautiously happy, and really debated even writing this for fear of jinxing myself. But since I’m always quick to complain on here, figured I’d better balance out the bad with the good and let you all know that my toddler is less and less like a terrorist lately.

So what is my magic formula? Well, I read a little and listened a lot, and so many people reitterated the same message, “ignore the negative and praise the positive”. Now, that’s not to mean you ignore behavior that is timeout worthy, but I’ll get to that later. Remember how he was hitting his head really hard on random doors, walls, with toys and his hands? As hard as it was to not try to intervene, I took many seasoned parents’ advice and just ignored it.

As soon as he starts his caveman like behavior I just go totally Valley Girl on him and am all, like, “Whatever!” roll my eyes (okay, maybe not the best behavior to model, but it just comes so naturally), turn my head and walk away. It blows his mind. I also like to employ this Valley Girl method when he is sitting in timeout. I cross my arms and keep my eyes focused on the other side of the room, completely ignoring him, his pleas, his pulling on my pants. He gets NOTHING from me. NO acknowledgement. As a result, I’d say head bashing has decreased by a good 60%.

So, yes, let’s discus timeout. To be fair, I feel like he’s just now coming to the age where he understands what timeout is. I told a friend the other day that I feel like there is a window between 12 months and 18 months where all you can do is corral this new little beast and do your best to keep them from injuring themselves or others, but, to me, that age is just too young to really get a clear message across about timeouts and consequences.

But, let me tell you, the minute he was 18 months old, I saw a change in him. He was understanding if he wanted X, he needed to do Y. So we reinstated the timeout. He stays in it for a minute or two at most, but, like I mentioned earlier, I completely ignore him the whole time. And  think since I try really hard to positively encourage him throughout the day (which can be really tedious and annoying at the grocery store… “GREAT job sitting so nice in the cart. You are SO PATIENT. GREAT job not screaming. I’m SO PROUD of you for not crying.”), he gets that I’m upset when he’s not getting any sort of attention from me for those two minutes.

And it’s not even like he’s in timeout very often. I think we’re getting to the point that sometimes the mere threat of timeout is enough. For example, was changing his diaper today, which is also known as the WWE Smackdown around here, and I had had it with his crocodile rolls, sending poop everywhere. I thought it out and eventually threatened a timeout (because, you know, you do have to follow through to be effective, and sometimes timeouts are a really inconvenient option, especially when that means I’d have to leave turdlets on the floor for the dogs to possibly eat so I could take him to the “naughty corner”). Lucky for me, the threat was enough. He magically laid still long enough for me to get the mess cleaned up and his diaper on. It was a marvelous breakthrough!

Of course, this is not to say that I’ve got it all figured out. Just to give those of you out there struggling with your own little terrorist a glimmer of hope, I guess. And really, I’m thinking more than anything this is going to be a hilarious post to reference in another 6 months when he gets really serious about this whole independent rebellion thing.

Kendall is 19 months and one week old

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Would Supernanny approve of a disco ball?

Supernanny is on the Style Network every day now, and I tune in every day despite how terrified that show makes me. No. Seriously.  Before I had Kendall I used to laugh my ass off at that show, now it truly, deeply, emotionally disturbs me, and yet, I can’t look away. It’s not so much the episodes that feature the dimwit parents who are so obviously screwing up their kids that get to me, it’s the ones where the parents appear to have just lost their way. It seems like they started out trying, but just… gave up. Those are the ones that haunt me in my dreams because, in all honesty, that could be me one day.

So I’m taking this whole raising a button-pushing toddler to become a well-behaved child thing pretty seriously.  I feel like I’ve got to jump ahead of him, be ready for the first big tantrum in the mall, be ready for the first time he bites someone. I refuse to be the parent who gets so overwhelmed they just give up. I can’t have “that kid” that haunts me in my dreams. DO NOT WANT. Yes, I get that no matter how much you discipline or re-direct, you can never avoid these meltdowns. It’s not that I’m looking to avoid them, just preparing my arsenal so that I’m capable of dealing with them.

The problem is, well, nothing I’m trying is really working. First I bought Happiest Toddler on the Block by one of my true loves, Dr. Harvey Karp (who taught me how to get my colicky baby to sleep with his first book, Happiest Baby on the Block). Everything was going well until I actually tried to speak Toddlerease (basically you are speaking to your kid like a caveman… no, really, that’s exactly how it’s described) to Kendall when he broke down and had a little fit when I would not let him have the box of fruit leathers I tossed in the cart at Target.

“Kendall’s MAD. Kendall wants snacks NOW! Kendall wants that box. right. now!”

::man pushing cart coming toward me looks at me with eyebrows raised::
::flash smile to man who thinks I’m crazy::
::fight back uncontrollable urge to laugh out loud at myself::

Kendall was still fussing for the box, and I know Dr. Karp says that at that point I needed to be a little louder, a little more enthusiastic with the Toddlerease, but I just… I just couldn’t demoralize myself like that in public anymore, at least not with a straight face. I handed Kendall the box of fruit leathers and went straight to checkout. FAIL.

Okay, clearly we are going to need to try another method. So I fell back on the mental notes I’ve been taking from Supernanny and decided to designate a “naughty corner” for timeouts. That’s right. I will be putting my 16 month old in timeout, and before you go laughing at me for being so ridiculous (just like I laughed at myself for contemplating something so ridiculous), I will just say that I’ve heard from many moms that they can actually get their 16 month olds to sit in time out for up to a minute. They insist it just takes persistence the first few times. You have to keep walking them back to the timeout spot you’ve designated until they learn to stay where you put them.

After climbing up on the spinny office chair for the 50th time in one day last week (this was pre big amazing gate called George), I decided it was the perfect time to try out timeout. I warned him three times that if he climbed on the chair he would go to timeout, and he laughed at me and ignored me each time so I took him to the corner.

“Kendall, you are in TIME OUT because you didn’t listen to mommy and.. Hey! Come back here!”

::Kendall runs away, cackling like an evil warlock, looking over his shoulder with glee::
::chase him, bring him back, start over::

“Kendall you are in timeout because you didn’t listen to mommy and climbed on the dangerous chair,” said, really, really fast this time with one arm sticking out so as to stop him from running off again.

He tried to break free probably three more times. Then, just as I was trying to tell him that I would let him out if he stayed in the corner for 10 seconds, Kanye West’s “Heartless” started playing over surround sound and Kendall breaks out in a serious rump shake. I’m talking some straight up clubbing moves. I swear, I really don’t know where he got it… really.

He gives me this look as if to say, “Whazzup mom? A’ight. I’ll just stay here and get low, low, low, low.”  Operation Be a Serious Mommy who Means Business flew right out the window as I laughed so hard I literally had to cross my legs to keep myself from peeing, all the while trying to get out, “Kendall…no… I’m SERIOUS… no… stop…timeout…be…what are you doing?!”

But, he DID stay there and dance for at least 10 seconds, and when it was over he totally forgot about the spinny chair and instead ran to the stereo and signed “please” while saying “boo boom!” (which meant that he desperately wanted to break it down to some “Boom Boom Pow”)… so that counts, yes?

I’m thinking I just need to throw a disco ball over the “naughty corner” and maybe pimp it out with some black lights. I could really be on to something here, OR I could just be setting myself up for a really embarrassing visit from Supernanny. This is probably also a sign that I should select my Ipod playlists more carefully when it’s not naptime.

Kendall is 16 months and one week old

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