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Showing posts with label behavior modeling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label behavior modeling. Show all posts

Monday, March 12, 2012

Feeding Your Child's Craving to Spend Time With You

Baking is a great way to satisfy those needs to spend time together and learn a little something as well.
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Three happy bakers! 

 "Feed the meter" says Harvey Karp, M.D. author of "The Happiest Toddler on the Block" as noted in Parents magazine this month. You will
will likely increase your chances of experiencing better behaved kids who are better well-adjusted. 

And what parent can't use a bit of that? It's like feeding the meter.

Why? Time spent together while doing things such as cooking, playing, or even household chores will quench your child's much needed desire to spend time with you while allowing you to spend less time later asking her to "behave." 

A child's unruly behavior may surface more often if he or she is craving your attention and not getting it.

Next time you have a dessert to make, some laundry to fold, or want to go for a walk, include your child....you'll be glad you did.

Think of it as giving more time-ins and less time-outs. Go to www.parents.com to read more.

Good Luck!! Good Parenting!!



Thursday, July 28, 2011

Parents are Teachers

Just Like You

Monkey see, monkey do –
I want to be just like you.
You’re my mom, you’re my dad,
Just like you, good or bad. - BJT


Our behavior and actions help to shape our children’s development. Don’t be surprised if your child blurts out word-for-word something you have just said, or does something exactly the way you do it. Children are learning all the time just as we are teaching all the time.

I learned this the hard way.

When my daughter was two she was sitting up in her high chair happily playing with her blocks until one dropped to the floor.

“Son-of-a-bi*+#!” she said as clear as a bell.

The block wasn’t the only thing that hit the floor.

I had to think fast.

I had seen moms before when their child unexpectedly used profanity.

I thought about punishing her; but a spanking really didn’t teach anything, and left everyone feeling upset.

I wasn’t going to spank her.

I thought about interrogating her, the famous last words of a parent setting themselves up for utter failure once the question, “where did you hear that?!” was posed.

Oops.

I wasn’t going to ask, "who have you heard that from?" oh no, I had a pretty good idea, and that would only prove embarrassing and even counterproductive.

I thought about asking her to repeat what she had just said, just to be sure I had heard it.
“What did you just say!?” But what was the point of asking a rhetorical question? Ahem.

No, I wouldn’t go there.

I thought as fast as I could, timing was everything.

I dropped my wooden spoon on the floor and said the first thing that came to mind,

“Fiddlesticks!” I emphasized the word. My grandmother had used it so it had to be okay.

I repeated it for effect. And before I could say another word, my two-year-old echoed my new swear word.

“Fiddlesticks!!” she said as clear as a bell.

Right after that I called the sitter and cancelled her for good. Then I swore I would never swear again, just for good measure, and at least until the kids were adults.

Kids and swearing, that's just wrong.

Good Luck!! Good Parenting!!

Bon :)




Son-in-law, Doug and Robert

Son-in-law, Doug and  Robert
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin
Family Hike

Mom and Daughter Nat

Mom and Daughter Nat
Mom and Future Mom

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly
Group Hug

Excerpt from Growing Up Crazy by Bonnie J.Toomey

Freeze Pops



Winter 1972







There’s ice on my bedroom window in little cornered crescents. It’s still dark out, but it is time to get up for school anyway which I happen to like a lot.



I wriggle out of my pajamas and pull on a hand me down sweater and jeans from my aunt who works as a nurse in Boston. She was always giving us bags of clothes which I would pull apart and alter to fit my style and size. This gave my wardrobe an eccentric and eclectic look all its own which I thought was quite individual and even artsy.



I hated to leave the warmth under the pile of blankets and old coats I had layered on for extra insulation at night. It could get pretty cold upstairs this time of year, and the transition from clothes to no clothes to clothes again was a little unpleasant in the wintertime. There’s never been heat up here, Dad didn’t put it in, but instead cut a hole in the floor the size of a wood stove chimney pipe to let whatever heat rise up from our wood stove down in the kitchen.



“Heat rises,” was how Dad explained it to us. I kept thinking, well maybe it does, but I sure can’t feel it up here.



It is colder than usual this morning. My fingers don’t work as quickly as I want them to. I head downstairs where mom and dad are hunkered under some blankets on the couch which they must have dragged in front of the fireplace during the night. They’re still sleeping. Dad’s head at one end of the couch and mom curled up at the other end.



I grab my bag and step outside into the ice cold morning and my nostrils form tiny icy needles on the first breath in sticking together like metallic glue. Luckily, the bus arrives in less than a minute but long enough to finish turning my toes in my sneakers into ten freeze pops.



I slide in next to Claire careful not to break off any digits.



“Vaugn, you look really cold,” she says, very concerned. The newscaster on the bus radio says that it’s five degrees this morning over central New England, and that it warmed up from the overnight low of zero.



I explain that I think our furnace broke again and she offers me her mittens with the fancy rabbit fur cuffs.



“Thanks, Claire,” I say, and between her offering and the noisy over head heater blowing puffs of warmth into the air, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.



Excerpt from Leaf Landing by Bonnie J. Toomey

French Lesson







French is not the easiest class to miss.



I missed almost two weeks straight



after Mom died



and a lot of other days before that



and now I am really behind.



Mom wanted me to take French



because she thought it would help



in ballet class.



Dad lost a couple of bids.



He says people are losing



their jobs,



the economy is bad



The TV keeps warning



unemployment is up,



gas prices are up



and people are fed up.



I don’t know why Dad



has to watch



it only makes him



yell at the TV



Dad says we need to conserve more than we have been



now the house feels cooler.



When I complain,



Dad says



to go outside and come back in ,



then I’ll feel warmer.



Harriet and I spend our time bundled in



an extra layer of clothes



or dragging an afghan around



like giant moths in cocoons.



We are out of butter again.



Dad says



to try using peanut butter.



Well, isn’t the word,



butter,



in it?



Harriett won’t eat her toast



and it just sits on the plate



getting cold



like the floors



in this house



and suddenly the one phrase



in French,



“It is cold.” comes back to me:



“Il fait froid,



la maison est fait froide."