My heart broke last night. Truly. Middle was sent upstairs for the night at 6:15. I fed him upstairs. He was not allowed to come back down stairs. My heart ached. It took everything I had not to let him come back down stairs, but then what kind of disciplinarian would I be? The kind featured on Nanny 911. He finally fell asleep in his nest on the floor.
It is my hope that this punishment he will remember. The traditional time outs do not offer him an iota of punishment. The ineffectiveness mocks me with sheer frustration and his undesirable behavior continues unaltered. It seems that the three minutes is over and the experience has not offered enough time to suffer. That may sound horrible but the mere thought of a time out makes Oldest obey. Different kids, different strategies.
Parenthood is a scientific experiment in motion. Results will vary from child to child as will the experiment. The only scientific constant in this house is love.