Me: I'm coming after you Mischiefmaker#1, 'aaaaaaahhhhh'. I'm going to bite you Mischiefmaker#1.' aaaaaaaah!!!'
look, Mischiefmaker#1, at my teeth. My finger nails are about to dig in to your flesh
What do you do? What do you say?
Mischiefmaker#1: *giggle*. Stop Mischiefmaker#2. Don't bite! *giggle*
Me: Mischiefmaker#1 man, stop laughing. get serious. you have to know what to do.
This is me and Mischiefmaker#1 engaging in a little role playing game exercise to prepare him for Mischiefmaker#2's recent biting attacks.
My mother said Mischiefmaker#2 bit her butt today. Took in a big chunk and everything. Yesterday, his bite left a mark on Mischiefmaker#1's forearm. That was the impetus behind our role playing and me vowing to search the internet for suggestions on dealing with this problem.
*sigh*
That's my Mischiefmaker#2.
On the positive side:
(1) he recognized TriniD's mom on the telephone and called her "ma-ma" and everything.
(2) i pointed to the stars in the sky Friday night and he responded, "Sky". I didn't know he knew that word.
(3) going over our flash cards, i learned he knows more words than I thought and that he can count to 10 and sing "roughly" the alphabet song on his own.
Yay Mischiefmaker#2, you little vampire, you!
Showing posts with label mischiefmaker#1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mischiefmaker#1. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Mommy 911!
Of course, after I hear about all the parties and fetes TriniD went to while in Jamaica this month, I vowed to get a couple of girls-only lime of my own. Payback right?
My first opportunity came Friday night to celebrate my girl KD's birthday at a Moroccan restaurant in Virginia. Not wanting to stir the pot and trigger an onslaught of questions, whining and begging from the boys to get out the house, I punked out and just snuck out without telling them goodbye.
The report from TriniD when I came back was that Mischiefmaker#1 bawled for hours when he learned I had escaped.
"Why did mommy leave, doesn't she know it's dangerous out there?" Mischiefmaker#1 asked.
What da? The things kids say, right? Where did he get this concept from...hmmm?
Anyway, TriniD offers to call me so Mischiefmaker#1 can at least hear my voice and maybe then feel better.
Mischiefmaker#1 responds, "Yes, we have to find mommy, let's call "911"".
"....What? No! no! not 911, Mischiefmaker#1, that's for real emergencies like if Daddy or Mommy or Grandma fall down and can't get up, you can call 911 for help." TriniD tells him.
But why, why I ask, did the 911 emergency operator call our house moments later and ask if there's an emergency cause they just got a call from our number!?!?!?!!
Needless to say, Mischiefmaker#2 never felt daddy's wrath so much before as when TriniD had to very sternly tell him to never use that number again for such foolishness.
Despite the seriousness of it all, I couldn't help but to crack up at the episode. What goes on in children's heads, you know?
Well, at least we now know that if push came to shove and it was a real emergency, our boy Mischiefmaker#2 had our back! (smile)
My first opportunity came Friday night to celebrate my girl KD's birthday at a Moroccan restaurant in Virginia. Not wanting to stir the pot and trigger an onslaught of questions, whining and begging from the boys to get out the house, I punked out and just snuck out without telling them goodbye.
The report from TriniD when I came back was that Mischiefmaker#1 bawled for hours when he learned I had escaped.
"Why did mommy leave, doesn't she know it's dangerous out there?" Mischiefmaker#1 asked.
What da? The things kids say, right? Where did he get this concept from...hmmm?
Anyway, TriniD offers to call me so Mischiefmaker#1 can at least hear my voice and maybe then feel better.
Mischiefmaker#1 responds, "Yes, we have to find mommy, let's call "911"".
"....What? No! no! not 911, Mischiefmaker#1, that's for real emergencies like if Daddy or Mommy or Grandma fall down and can't get up, you can call 911 for help." TriniD tells him.
But why, why I ask, did the 911 emergency operator call our house moments later and ask if there's an emergency cause they just got a call from our number!?!?!?!!
Needless to say, Mischiefmaker#2 never felt daddy's wrath so much before as when TriniD had to very sternly tell him to never use that number again for such foolishness.
Despite the seriousness of it all, I couldn't help but to crack up at the episode. What goes on in children's heads, you know?
Well, at least we now know that if push came to shove and it was a real emergency, our boy Mischiefmaker#2 had our back! (smile)
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Dear Mischiefmakers
Dear Mischiefmaker#1,
During our ride to grandma's this afternoon, I realize there are a couple of things I want to let you know, in writing.
Just because you are bright enough to remember directions and have learned our traveling course to school, to grandmas, to the park, to your friends' house, there really is no need for you to guide me at every stop. I appreciate you so much sweetie, but really do not need you to announce at every turn, "Go this way, mommy," "Turn that way," "No, No, Not this road, the next one." I got this baby. We'll arrive safely (God willing)
Daddy already told you not to cry every time Mischiefmaker#2 hits you. Although we are working on Mischiefmaker#2 's bad habit of smacking you all the time, you really got to take it more like a man, well at least a big brother. Yes, I admit, the attack with the toy golf club and the head butting was very naughty on Mischiefmaker#2 's part. However, I notice that lately, you've been crowding Mischiefmaker#2 's space on purpose in hopes that he will wallup you upside your head and you can wail, "MISCHIEFMAKER#2 HIT ME,!WWWHHHHAAA." I'm beginning to think, you are getting a kick out of watching us fuss at Mischiefmaker#2.
You are such a great big brother. Even though our first instincts when we hear Mischiefmaker#2 bawling when you are together is to yell at you, "Mischiefmaker#1, what did you do?", we know that many times you are taking something bad out of Mischiefmaker#2's mouth, moving him away from something dangerous or doing something else that big brothers do to help out their little brother. That's very good.
Dear Mischiefmaker#2,
Just a little note to remind you of a few things to keep in mind as you toddle about...
You have to stop pouring water and every bottle of liquid you get your hands on onto the back of my jeans, the bedspread, on the floors, etc. How many times must we tell you, right side up?
And just because it is small enough to fit in your mouth, doesn't mean you have to put every golf ball, ring, pen, toy car in there. I know you are a baby and learn to explore by tasting, but baby, you are turning two in two weeks, and it's high time to move past this stage, won't you agree?
You are going to ruin it for us getting babysitters if you keep writing all over their floors and walls the way you do. I can get over you writing on my business papers I leave on the office desk, but not everyone will be so forgiving. Let's limit the crayon marks to drawing papers, shall we?
You crack me up when you put on my and daddy's shoes and clog around the house. You put a smile on my face whenever I see that. See, I don't only fuss when you are mischievous.
Love,
Mom
During our ride to grandma's this afternoon, I realize there are a couple of things I want to let you know, in writing.
Just because you are bright enough to remember directions and have learned our traveling course to school, to grandmas, to the park, to your friends' house, there really is no need for you to guide me at every stop. I appreciate you so much sweetie, but really do not need you to announce at every turn, "Go this way, mommy," "Turn that way," "No, No, Not this road, the next one." I got this baby. We'll arrive safely (God willing)
Daddy already told you not to cry every time Mischiefmaker#2 hits you. Although we are working on Mischiefmaker#2 's bad habit of smacking you all the time, you really got to take it more like a man, well at least a big brother. Yes, I admit, the attack with the toy golf club and the head butting was very naughty on Mischiefmaker#2 's part. However, I notice that lately, you've been crowding Mischiefmaker#2 's space on purpose in hopes that he will wallup you upside your head and you can wail, "MISCHIEFMAKER#2 HIT ME,!WWWHHHHAAA." I'm beginning to think, you are getting a kick out of watching us fuss at Mischiefmaker#2.
You are such a great big brother. Even though our first instincts when we hear Mischiefmaker#2 bawling when you are together is to yell at you, "Mischiefmaker#1, what did you do?", we know that many times you are taking something bad out of Mischiefmaker#2's mouth, moving him away from something dangerous or doing something else that big brothers do to help out their little brother. That's very good.
Dear Mischiefmaker#2,
Just a little note to remind you of a few things to keep in mind as you toddle about...
You have to stop pouring water and every bottle of liquid you get your hands on onto the back of my jeans, the bedspread, on the floors, etc. How many times must we tell you, right side up?
And just because it is small enough to fit in your mouth, doesn't mean you have to put every golf ball, ring, pen, toy car in there. I know you are a baby and learn to explore by tasting, but baby, you are turning two in two weeks, and it's high time to move past this stage, won't you agree?
You are going to ruin it for us getting babysitters if you keep writing all over their floors and walls the way you do. I can get over you writing on my business papers I leave on the office desk, but not everyone will be so forgiving. Let's limit the crayon marks to drawing papers, shall we?
You crack me up when you put on my and daddy's shoes and clog around the house. You put a smile on my face whenever I see that. See, I don't only fuss when you are mischievous.
Love,
Mom
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