The kids are at that age where discipline is happening a lot more frequently. The other night, the kids and I were eating dinner. Bethie was being difficult. She was trying to get out of her chair and screaming just to hear herself scream. I put her in "the corner" (about 3 feet away from Katie and me) and had her face the wall. She put her hands on the wall and said "Thank you, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy" over and over again until I said "You're welcome, Bethie". AHHHH! Meanwhile, Katie is at the table going crazy. She is crying "Katie in the corner!". I reassured her that she was being good and didn't have to go in the corner. This ticked her off! If Bethie got to go in the corner, then she should be allowed too! She spent the remainder of the dinner SCOWLING at me. This left me wishing that I had the power to discipline the kids half as well as they discipline me!
The girls got new Dora sneakers today. They are pink and white, with pictures of Dora and her sidekick, Boots, on them. The best part is that lights flicker when the girls walk! The girls loved them.... but when the shoes are on, they can't see Dora or the lights. Who designed these? The lights should be on the top of the shoes. The Dora emblem should be on the inside panel instead of the outside panel. I could see this immediately. Perhaps I should design shoes...
Emilie got the girls some balloons for their 2nd birthday. There was a giant Big Bird and a giant Cookie monster, a butterfly and a worm. One had Elmo singing Happy Birthday if you hit it, which delighted the girls. Last night, I got rid of the balloons but saved the device that played Happy Birthday. I thought Dan would be interested in it. I was wrong. I threw it out. Then Dan threw out the left over dinner. From the garbage can came Elmo singing Happy Birthday - twice! It ends with Elmo giving a little giggle. Dan snarled, "He's laughing at me".
Tonight, I was alone putting the twins to bed. Katie was done her bottle first (yup, still a bottle. Ever since I've decided to take the twins off their bottle, they have been asking for it). As I was about to take her to her crib, Bethie decided that she wanted a "little cuddle". I explained that I would put Katie to bed, then I would give Bethie her cuddle. This did not suit Bethie at all! Too bad. I started to take Katie to bed. Katie called out "Goodnight, Bethie". Bethie ignored her. I kept going. By the time I was about to lay Katie in her crib, I could hear Bethie shouting "Katie kiss! Katie kiss!". I said "Hurry up, Bethie!". Bethie raced up the stairs to Katie's crib. I suspended Bethie over Katie, and they had their kiss. Cute enough, eh? It got better! As she left Katie's room, Bethie said "Goodnight, Katie!". Katie replied "Goodnight, Sweetheart!".
I'm sure that at one point, Dan and I must have "ruled the roost". Not so much anymore. Katie is what we lovingly refer to as a "natural leader who has yet to master the gentle art of persuasion". Katie makes the rules. She does not tolerate insubordination, especially from us! She is quick to give Bethie instruction. For instance, she will shout out "Bethie COME!". Bethie is told which toys she may play with and which toys are forbidden for the moment. If Katie deems discipline necessary, she sends Bethie to the corner. Sometimes Bethie listens to Katie, sometimes she ignores her. Katie is the "little sister" after all!
Together, my husband of 14 years (I am far too young to have been married that long) and I have three girls: Bethie and Katie are our seven year old twins, and Sarah is our 4 year old "baby". It's us vs. the kids...and we're losing!