|I don't know how, but she came home clean despite these mud pictures|
So instead of coming home to a crazy dog, we were able to have this all evening:
|I'm too fat to play in the mud with puppies all day....zzzzzzzzzzzz|
On Saturday, I went for an early run with two friends and we did a little less than 7 miles before it got too hot. Peanut came along for that, so I guess she's had a banner weekend. I ran 5 miles today (36 miles for the week) but stuck to the treadmill instead because I didn't want to get up really early. Instead, I slept in until 7:30am (crazy!) and made biscuits from scratch and bacon (not from scratch). My husband is going to shed a tear for the loss of his hot breakfasts on the weekends when I go back to my former levels of running.
This weekend, my husband got to experience a problem I've been having with Faith lately: she loves going to time out. She only gets time out for one thing (hitting) and when I first did it, she would cry and act like those 2 minutes in a comfy chair were the end of the world. Now she smiles and sits in absolute silence and doesn't move a muscle.
|Mommy, don't disturb me. I'm in something they call "time out"|
She's now hitting on purpose just to get a time out, so obviously I'm sucking at some part of the punishment thing or she's a born criminal. The thing is that when she is is done with time out, she's calm and gentle and usually wants to give a hug to the person/dog she hit and say "SAW-EEE" so it's working in a way. As it stands, she's getting about 2 time outs a day and loving every second of it. My husband told me that yelling at people and having them fear you is a learned art so I shouldn't feel bad. It must be especially hard with a toddler since he has tons of training and practice in yelling at people and she still just smiles at him when he puts her in time out.
I wonder if she's going to enjoy being grounded in high school as much as she enjoys time outs now? I doubt it, but I'll be sure to remind her that she used to smile about punishments.
It would be easier to dole out punishments if she wasn't so freaking cute. Sure, I'm biased, but I'm pretty sure I have the loudest stomping kid on the block.
Did you ever secretly (or not so secretly) enjoy punishments as a kid? I seem to recall thinking getting sent to my room which was full of toys as not such a bad deal.