Discipline

Discipline has been a bit of a problem here in Bouldin Land this past week or so. And not just because Dax is too stubborn to describe and is learning about the need to obey. Nope. I'm talking about my own self-discipline: my need to control my giggles when trying to enforce the rules.

1) One morning last week I heard Dax squawking in his crib so I went in to get the kiddos up for the day. I found that Julia had crawled into Dax's crib with him. (This is a big no-no. Not because we're worried about her falling and hurting herself (she's a little monkey), but because we do not want her teaching Dax how to climb OUT of his crib!) We had the following conversation:

Julia: Look, Mommy! TWO babies in the bed!
Mommy: Julia, climbing into Dax's crib is against the rules. You disobeyed Mommy and Daddy.
Julia: No, Mommy! It FUNNY! TWO babies in the bed!!

At which point I just giggled. And felt a little proud. Her first practical joke.

2) The night before Halloween Dave and I were sitting in the living room talking when I realized I had been hearing an odd rustling sound coming from the kids' room and I didn't have a clue what could be causing it. (WARNING! DANGER!!) So I went to go check. And found that they had unwrapped and unrolled a brand-new roll of wrapping paper and were playing with it. My brain ran quickly through the "I hated that wrapping paper anyway" and "Oh well. At least it was one of the $1 a roll papers" thoughts before I giggled and went to get Dave.



This disciplining without giggling thing is harder than I expected.