Seriously though, I have been cracking down on Liam (aka T.O., named by my family for the massive amount of time outs this kid wracks up each day) lately and I think I might be winning. Might being the operative word. Liam is very definitive in what he does and doesn't want to do and we have been embroiled in a power struggle for 3 weeks now over who will be the boss of the house. As of today, I am happy to announce that I am relatively sure the boss is me. Sure I have to count to five and threaten a time out, reminding him to make a "good choice," every time I need him to behave, but I am finding myself doing that less and less these days. Added bonus, he is so good at T.O. now that I just have to tell him to go take a T.O. and he grumpily trots to the bottom of the stairs and sits himself down. He also comes and tattles on himself after doing something to make Laney cry, slinking in the room covering his eyes with one hand muttering naughty. Maybe Liam is capable of impulse control after all. The jury is still out...
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