Sunday, February 15, 2009

Go Diego, Go... to my house.

My daughter, the big one, likes to make these terrible animalish noises when she has an attitude problem. Her little humphs drive me insane. They really aren't acceptable in our house at all. I consider it attitude, and nothing different than talking back. I must have told her a million times that same thing. She knows better, but she is a young girl, and honestly, that attitude is just part of her makeup for now. So, she and I go round and round about all the noises.

They started again at supper tonight. As I was telling her that she needed to eat her peas before she got anything else to eat, she started in with the humphs and the mews.

In an effort to change up my pattern of rebuke, this time, I looked straight at her, and said
"You sound like a hurt animal. One of these days, Diego is going to show up at my house, looking for an animal to rescue. He is going to start to follow the sound, and end up here. Looking at our house, wondering what kind of sad animal is inside."

She looked at me with sheer attitude for a split second, like I was crazy, then she started to snicker, trying to hide it, not wanting me to see that she thought i was funny.

"Click the camera is going to try to zoom in on the animal in trouble, and all they are going to see if your butt. "

She actually started laughing then. May not be the best parenting technique ever, but I got a giggle, and the noises stopped, at least for a few minutes.

I doubt it will keep the noises at bay for long, but seriously, there is a limit to the amount of times I can tell her the same thing, those noises are in appropriate, unacceptable, and only evidence a bad attitude, the same way, before I have to invent new ways just for myself.

In fact, I'm sure the noises will start again any time now, as all little girls, from the age of 4 and up are pretty much full of nothing but attitude in its many forms. I better start working on something else to liken them to now. I don't know what it will be, but as long as it breaks up my own monotony of parenting verbiage, and makes her giggle, it will work.