While I never understood it, counting to three has always gotten the Peanuts to do whatever I wanted them to. The big whammy after three is that I pick them up and take them to the dreaded destination.
Trying to get them into their car seats . . . one. . .two. . .done
Trying to get them to lay down to change a diaper . . . one. . .tw-. . .done
Trying to get them to the bathroom to brush teeth. . . one. . .done
So I just went with it and it has become a way to get through the day sometimes. Even Peanut Two got in on the action, urging Peanut One to do whatever she had to do before I got to three.
All has changed at the Magic Mansion.
Last week, Peanut Two started getting brave. I'd be trying to get her in the car seat and she'd wait until the very last bit of 'three' was out of my mouth, poised and tense, and then dive into her seat before I could get her.
Then one day when I was not pressed for time and didn't start counting but instead waited patiently, she told me - "you need to count, Mommy!".
Today, in a mad rush to get everyone out the door, I smelled a dirty diaper. I quickly got the changing gear and called her to me. She didn't come, but stood there looking at me expectantly. Finally, I started the counting.
One . . .
Two . . .
Three . . .
. . . and she was off! Peanut Two started tearing around the house as I tried to grab her, enjoying every minute.
I guess it's time to find a new tactic.
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