Throw Him in the Clank

Our kid behind bars, watching the other children have fun in the sunshine. He thinks to himself, "I am a withering leaf, craving sunlight, and laughter! Why must I be so far removed from my peers?"

After two days of pulling my hair out, we have decided to throw Luke in jail. We set up the play pen and he is becoming a frequent visitor there so that Mommy can get some things done. Also to keep me sane, we are having conversations with Luke about what is and what is not safe for him to play with instead of just saying no and redirecting his attention.

I had a talk with my Mom yesterday morning, and a talk with Kathy in the evening both of which really enforced my feelings that Luke can understand and should be talked to as if he understands. So we are moving on from having a baby, who doesn't understand what we're saying and has no ability to assert his freewill, to having a child, who understands No and can decide to go ahead and do it anyway. I think fear is the appropriate response from the Mother.

Luke's newest screech, which I was trying to catch on the video above, captured a little more accurately, and annoyingly, here.