We are currently in a battle of wills the Baby Boots. And it's g o o o o o i i i i i i i n g
o o o o o o o o o n
fore e e e e e e vvvv e e e e e e rrrrrrr. Ugh!
You'd think I was torturing the kid. Kicking, screaming, flailing of arms, knashing of teeth. Not even King Kong has been able to work his magic.
Since it has come to the attention of Mrs. Bananas that one of her beloved children has been getting his way, waaaaay to much, I decided this morning to take a stand. So I am making him say "please" for his beloved nukie. He loves his nukie so much, it's scary. I don't remember any of the others being this attatched to it so fervently, but maybe it's like childbirth and your forget the "pain of labor." I do know, however, that NONE of the others have had such a strong testing of will. I remember the first time I made George say he was sorry. That took about 15 minutes. Which was long enough. Currently we are at about one hour and counting with the whole nukie thing.
Even though it is unpleasant, it is necessary. Good thing I'm fairly willful myself. ;) The problem lies in the fact that once you start a battle, you MUST see it through to the end. You must NOT give in. Or you will battle this will forever. Desafortunadamente, Dr. D, aka Baby Boots, also has quite the will, which I'm sure I have also helped to create. No mo', mama! It's game on!
**So my last attempt was successful, or at least good enough for me. There was some sort of eee sound, so I called that success. I'd say that took only about 70-75 minutes.
s i i i i i i i g h.
But really, it's much easier to do this now, than to wait til they're 4, 5, and then try it. I could. not. imagine.