I mean, seriously, son, do you need some cheese with that wine? 'Cause I always enjoy a spot of cheese with my whine.
So I've decided that for whining, I simply don't respond. If Ander manages to catch my eye, I remind him ONCE to use his big boy words. If he is kicking and screaming and could hurt himself, I move him, without comment, to a safer spot. If he does use his words, I praise like CrAzY. It reduces the whining, a bit, when I am consistent, but it does not reduce my nerves.
Whining increases nerves, you know. Makes you want happy pills. Or earplugs. Or a vacation.
Oh, and this is Ander in a good mood. I am often assured it is just a stage, with the assurances followed by an omninous warning...that it doesn't end until about age 19. Sigh.
Etcetera.
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Y'all too, eh? I am ready to walk out the door and be gone for 6 hours. I don't know what it is today, with the whiney, everything brings me to tears with BOTH OF THEM! UgH! I am sorry I am not the only one going through it. Sounds like you have a good strategy though...
Mine's been cranky today and he's not usually like that. Could be the teeth finally coming through.
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