Thursday, December 11, 2008

Tiyul and more child rearing tips

First of all, 200 NPs (new poofahs) each to Momz and Jenny, for contributing such fantastic "rock" ideas to the blog. And 195 poofahs to Sharon, who emailed me some very amusing ideas which she chose not to share with everyone else.

On Wednesday, we had an ulpan tiyul. It was a lot of fun. We toured modern and ancient Modi'in. I learned lots of stuff, which I promptly forgot about 30 seconds after the tiyul, so when I tried to impart my newfound knowledge to Donny, it came out like, "Ummmm.....duh.....erg....shumph." Needless to say, he was very impressed. Not everyone in ulpan came on the tiyul, because many of them saw it as an excuse to have a day off. To which the rest of us replied, "It's freaking ulpan! If you need to take a day off, take a day off!" We did not want to miss out on the fun of a trip. In fact, there was a group of us who sat in the back and were really rowdy and loud and shared our Fruit Wrinkles and Cheese Curls. I felt that we really bonded, as a group, on the tiyul. Now we have all kinds of private jokes and stuff, and every so often one of us will be like, "Ohmygod, remember, on the tiyul, when that thing happened?" And the rest of us crack up knowingly and offer more tiyul memories, causing more knowing laughter and really annoying everyone who was not on the tiyul. Ok, I made that last part up, but it happened in my head and it was rather amusing.

Now, we digress from aliyah adventures for the child-rearing portion of the blog. You remember, of course, the title of my book on child-rearing "Leave Me Alone So I Can Read the Paper." Well, one of our children, and I will not mention any names but will simply refer to him as The Boy, has not been leaving us alone much at all. Forget the paper, I don't even have time to read the back of a cereal box. Yaakov - whoops, I mean The Boy - has decided that he no longer needs to sleep. So he spends much of his evening (really, let's be honest, it's night by the time we're done) coming in an out of his room, and we spend much our evening taking him back. We have tried everything - ignoring him, giving him toys in his bed, putting him in his crib (which no longer works as he can climb out), sticker chart (failed because he insisted the chart be lower down on the wall so he could apply stickers whenever he wanted, thereby defeating the purpose of the chart), yelling (mostly me) - you name it, we've tried it, short of putting some Ambien in his toothpaste (he certainly eats enough of it that that would work.) Ariella, the Angel Sleeper, is in bed at 7:00 and asleep by 7:02. When The Boy first started his nighttime wanderings, he knew he was supposed to be in bed, so he would hide from me. If I was in the kitchen, he would be playing quietly in my room. If I was in my room, he was in the corner of the living room. Soon, however, it dawned on him that we were going to let him stay up a little later, realizing the futility of putting him in at 7:00. So he got more brazen - not bothering to hide, asking us for food, wanting to sit on our laps while we ate. We decided he could stay up after 7:00, but his bedtime would be 8:00. However, he was thinking more along the lines of 10:00. We are in a bit of a disagreement about this. Last night, I had a brilliant idea. Yaakov has about 90% of the toys now in his room, due to our desparate attempts to get him to stay there. So I told him that if he came out of his room, I would take a toy away. At first he was really upset when this happened. Then he decided he'd take the consequence of losing a toy if it meant getting out of his room, and went so far as to help us choose which toys to remove. "Take these two, Mommy. Put them on top of the fridge!" So much for that plan. In the end, he went to sleep about five minutes before I did, thereby killing whatever "evening" we would have had. Someone in ulpan today mentioned how his daughter was always climbing out of her crib, so they took a piece of cloth and sewed it between the legs of the pajamas, thereby inhibiting her movement. What a great idea, I thought - forget sewing pajamas, we should sew Yaakov to his bed! I will keep you updated on this issue - I am comforted by the fact that at some point, his wife will be the one marching him back to bed every night and Donny and I will finally have some peace.

6 comments:

momz42854 said...
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momz42854 said...

OK, my favorite part was the fruit wrinkles reference - I can taste them - ewwww. I think I still have one stuck in my teeth from our trip to wildwood in 1984.

Regarding The Boy, remember my favorite parenting advice, "It's Only A Phase!"
Love, your motherwhowentthroughenoughtzoris
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Shira said...

Seriously, our Yaakovs (or boys who will not sleep) must be in cahoots. I just spent the last 2 hours trying to get him to sleep. I wonder if it is even possible to ferberize a 3 and a half year old...sheesh.
And Amira and Ariella- same thing. In bed without a fuss, asleep 2 minutes later.
Ambien in the toothpaste- genius.

Janette (Jenny) - The "Get REAL" Coach said...

We have "a boy" who shall remain nameless, as well, who kept (and still does at times keep, coming out of his bed. Robbie and I implemented the "Kind and Firm" approach. The boy hated it. It involved us walking him back to his room as soon as he got out of bed, each time. The key was, according the book we got this idea from, to be firm about bedtime - ie bedtime is now - but to do so without yelling, nagging, or letting them know you are upset. Basically, it involves a lot of breathing. So each time Noam, I mean "the boy" got out of bed, we kindly took his hand and escorted him back to his room telling him that we loved him. That was it. This happened about 6 or seven times in a row. He hated it. It was great fun and difficult not to laugh. He was so mad that we were not getting upset and just putting him back to bed without saying anything but "we love you. good night" (how annoying is that?!) He couldn't stand it because all we did was escort him back, give him a kiss and leave. By the seventh time, he gave up. He was so frustrated. He knew that all we would do is put him right back again. Within the next few days, he didn't even try. So it took some time...and then of course we made Aliya - and the whole thing got thrown off - both pre and post, but hey it was a good run while it lasted :)

BubbyT said...

when they are married you still don't get a good night's sleep...good luck...went through it and now that wandering child goes through it with her own!!

Cheryl said...

Just wanted to say that the method Jenny wrote about above is straight from SuperNanny.