Sawyer! I don’t even know how to deal with him. Unruly… sounds to sweet and childlike. He is just a terror. And not in the sweet, cute terrible twos way that everyone thinks. Everyone loves him and seem to favor him (mostly because he’s the baby), all this tells me is they don’t spend enough time with him or know him that well. I get that all kids can be bad- and brats at times. But, this one… I don’t know.
This is Sawyer in time out today.
I know. Pathetic.
This was part of our conversation:
(After he called out “Happy Holidays” to us, he tries to say every nice thing he knows to say while he’s in time out- it doesn’t work.)
Me- is it okay to break toys?
Sawyer- ummmm… No.
Me- are you going to break any more toys.
Sawyer- ummmm… Yeah.
Me- no! No break toys.
Sawyer- oh. Yeah. No break toys.
Me- you tell Chase you’re sorry. Look him in the eye and say you’re sorry.
Sawyer runs to Chase.
He bends down and looks Chase in the eye.
Sawyer- I sorry I hit your eye.
Good enough. He has been in time out for hitting (today too, actually). It made Chase laugh and I’m picking my battles, so we called it good.