Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Culprits: Taysum Guy
Crime: Joining forces to keep Mom and Dad's world upside down and hoppin'!!
Weapons: Stinkin' cuteness and cleverness, so you can't hardly stay mad at them for more than 2 seconds (or as long as it takes to clean up the mess anyway)
Sentence: A lifetime of love, laughs and joys of living(and an occasional time-out) ;)
Objective: Open and climb in dishwasher; put each clean dish in mouth and then throw it on the floor.
Strategy: Bring out the Baby Gate!!!!
Counter Attack: Push and pull on gate until it falls out of place. Neatly put gate to side, just where Mom puts it when she is not using it.
Checkmate: Pick up right where you left off!
Crime Report: One morning, I was at home training a teacher online. The kids were watching a movie...I thought...I heard them laughing together and it was really cute. The teacher said, "That's a great sound in the background!" I looked over at them, then looked back to the teacher and said, "Yeah...it's just too bad that the reason they're laughing is because they are running through a bowl of cereal they dumped." It wasn't too big of a deal...no milk ;). So, I continued to train. By the end of the training they had gone to play in Taysum's room, which they often do. I looked over and all the cereal had been picked up. I was very pleased! I went to check on them in Taysum's room...I would like to submit exhibit T and B:
(FYI Kix do not vacuum up well...they are so light, they just blow away before they can get sucked up...so I had to use the attachment.)
Strategy 1: Keep kitchen chairs pushed firmly in under table.
Counter Attack: Get big and strong enough to pull out chairs.
Result?: So far so good...
OPERATION: TOO SMART FOR OUR OWN GOOD!
"I WANT JUICE!!!!"
"You can use nice words or you can sit in timeout"
"NO TIME OUT!!! I WANT JUICE!!!"
"Juice is not a choice." "I WANT JUICE!!!!"
So then I went for the visual: I held up two fingers and told him what the choices were again and asked him which one he wanted. He calmly pointed to my third finger and said, "Juice!"