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azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-25 09:59 am
azurelunatic) wrote2003-05-25 09:59 am
Fayoumis Lessons
I seem to be the one who owns the words that make the Little Fayoumis behave himself as he's expected to behave. I sent him off to bed last night without a fuss. This, at Chonch's house.
Evidently he still does that thing where he doesn't listen to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marxdarx. Often, we say the same things, even close to the same way... and he listens to me.
I have been telling him that it is important for him to listen to Marx the same way he listens to me. (It took me a long time for me to get him to listen like this.)
The trigger this time: playing game, and brushing off something Marx said with, "I need to focus on this!" or something like that. It translated to, "I'm playing this now!" with the expectation that nothing Marx had to say would be as important as getting the game done.
I asked him which was more important, listening to Marx or playing the game. This, he evidently did not hear.
He immediately lost all gaming privelages for the day. Fuss followed, with him starting up the fire engine wail, and he was sent to go sit down in his room until he could calm down. Two minutes of wailing and furious, "IT'S NOT FAIR!!!" later, I shut the door. He continued screaming. A good ten to fifteen minutes. Opened the door, told him he should take a nap now. He jumped, startled, when I intruded; evidently he'd gotten quite into his misery and was happily crying his eyes out. He kept with the crying, a little less enthusiastically, and climbed into bed. Silence followed.
When Marx went in to retrieve something, he sat up and opened his eyes, so he wasn't actually napping. Marx came out; this was followed by reasonable-sounding pleas for adult review of the time-out; Marx was on it. This evidently meant lecture-time.
They came out, and I inadvertently repeated the same lecture, likely with almost the same words. This time, instead of looking everywhere but Marx, Little Fayoumis looked at me and listened. Oy.
Mommy demonstrated what it is like when you don't listen to someone; LF started telling her something, and she turned her face away deliberately the whole time he was talking. That rattled him some. Explained to him that his habit of bringing up totally irrelevant stuff while we were talking about serious stuff was not quite appropriate; that would be like me talking about how pretty the weather was today right after him telling me about someone who had been a meanie at school, instead of me saying that I was sorry someone at school had been a meanie. That seemed to be a relevant example.
Oy. Oyyyyy.
And it's going to be like this until he leaves for college? I feel for Carol.
Evidently he still does that thing where he doesn't listen to
marxdarx. Often, we say the same things, even close to the same way... and he listens to me. I have been telling him that it is important for him to listen to Marx the same way he listens to me. (It took me a long time for me to get him to listen like this.)
The trigger this time: playing game, and brushing off something Marx said with, "I need to focus on this!" or something like that. It translated to, "I'm playing this now!" with the expectation that nothing Marx had to say would be as important as getting the game done.
I asked him which was more important, listening to Marx or playing the game. This, he evidently did not hear.
He immediately lost all gaming privelages for the day. Fuss followed, with him starting up the fire engine wail, and he was sent to go sit down in his room until he could calm down. Two minutes of wailing and furious, "IT'S NOT FAIR!!!" later, I shut the door. He continued screaming. A good ten to fifteen minutes. Opened the door, told him he should take a nap now. He jumped, startled, when I intruded; evidently he'd gotten quite into his misery and was happily crying his eyes out. He kept with the crying, a little less enthusiastically, and climbed into bed. Silence followed.
When Marx went in to retrieve something, he sat up and opened his eyes, so he wasn't actually napping. Marx came out; this was followed by reasonable-sounding pleas for adult review of the time-out; Marx was on it. This evidently meant lecture-time.
They came out, and I inadvertently repeated the same lecture, likely with almost the same words. This time, instead of looking everywhere but Marx, Little Fayoumis looked at me and listened. Oy.
Mommy demonstrated what it is like when you don't listen to someone; LF started telling her something, and she turned her face away deliberately the whole time he was talking. That rattled him some. Explained to him that his habit of bringing up totally irrelevant stuff while we were talking about serious stuff was not quite appropriate; that would be like me talking about how pretty the weather was today right after him telling me about someone who had been a meanie at school, instead of me saying that I was sorry someone at school had been a meanie. That seemed to be a relevant example.
Oy. Oyyyyy.
And it's going to be like this until he leaves for college? I feel for Carol.
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if that's him in the icon, cute kid!
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