So once upon a time in a far away land (also known as: before Mason started crawling) I had this idea that I had had confirmed in many locations. I wasn’t going to be one of those harpie mothers screeching “NO!!” at my child every time he turned around. No way, not me. I was going to do like all the articles said – “Don’t do that, honey, let’s do this instead!” “Pet that doggy nice, he doesn’t want you to jump on him” “Look over here at this fun distraction instead!” After all, I didn’t want one of my kid’s first words to be “No!” or to get confused and think that’s his name, right?!
Wellllllllllllllll…………….. those parents are apparently way more patient/calm/have drugged their children. The nightly soundtrack at my house sounds like this –
“NO Mason!! Get off that gate!!”
“NO Mason – leave the dog alone!!”
“Mason, stop crawling on the dog bed… NO NO NO!!!”
“Are you gonna eat your food or throw… NO!! Don’t do that!!”
“No, we don’t play in the bathroom…”
“No, it’s not bathtime.”
“NO don’t run over the dogs with your walker!”
“Let’s play with this instead.. NOOOO……”
Yeah, so much for best on intentions. At least he hasn’t started telling US no… yet….