THE NEXT BIG THING IN PARENTING: A little more than a year ago I stumbled upon a parenting philosophy that was so effective I considered writing a book so I could share it with the world. This morning, while my youngest son was objecting loudly to my dual diaper-changing and nose-wiping activities, it came back to me:
"Who cares what you think?"
I really think it's a franchise. I'm tellin' ya, just saying those words I felt a sense of empowerment.
11.22.2005
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I think that philosophy only applies with the arrival of the second kid.
Children with a birth order of 3 or higher have been shown to be the core of the DIY demograpic across generational cohorts.
Funny thing: in the past two weeks we've cut down on diaper changing protests by pre-announcing, which, oddly enough, has led to voluntary compliance.
"Time to change your diaper. Lie down for momma."
Boom. Emmaline toddles over, sits down, lays back, ready to go.
We are happy campers on that front.
Interesting! And you are...
Imagine what having a third child might do to the title of your book....
Emmaline? Hmmm... David's 1st grade teacher has a daughter named Ella-bella. And, I thought that was "differant."
L.
:)
Odd, I thought I put in my usual info. Ah well. I also think I spell properly and write grammatically when I post her, yet there is strong evidence to the contrary.
Emmaline Jane, who's cousin Nora Jane is 4 days younger.
Emmaline's a beautiful name, Kev. And I like the strategy of objection pre-emption!
By the time that Dina came along - 10/'74, Nicole was almost 4 and Paula was almost 2.
By March of '75, Paula was informed that diapers were no longer an option. She was already counting to 10 in English, Greek, French and Arabic and reading the text on the side of semi trucks so I figured that she could understand the benefits of letting her stuff go into the toilet and flushing it. Besides, a Mom who is not dealing with big smelly disgusting piles of toddler poop in a diaper is a happy, smiling Mom.
I also had a mother-in-law who claimed to have potty trained her kids by 6 months (hmpht - yeah right!).
Get what? Huh?
The point is that I as a parent don't care about my little monkeys' opinions at this stage of the game, Trisha.
I will blog about you soon. You may not know it, but this blog is indeed all about you.
Carry on.
Gotcha, Trisha.
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