February 27, 2015

You Get a Marshmallow!

"You get a marshmallow!" is something you'll hear regularly around our house. I wanted to write about this because the purpose of this blog is to serve as a sort of scrapbook. I want to be able to go back through this in years to come and remember details I might've otherwise forgotten. And I realize scrapbooks usually include photos... So far, I've been very intentional about not putting photos of AG on here, or using her actual name for that matter. That might change as she gets older, but for now, it just freaks me out and I'll leave it at that. Anywho, you get a marshmallow for reading my little spiel!
This marshmallow training started about the time we returned home after the flood. It started as a potty training reward. Every time AG would use the potty she would get one mini marshmallow. Now when she goes potty and has dry pants she gets one mini marshmallow. She gets two for going number two. She loves this and has really responded well to it. 
Marshmallows are also doled out for random acts of kindness (bringing someone their shoes because their feet might be cold (so sweet!) or cleaning up a mess that she didn't make without being asked) and for other good behavior (putting your shoes and coat away in the proper place or putting toys away before changing activities). The expectation in our family is that you do what you're told the first time and with a joyful attitude. A direction given by mommy or daddy should be responded to with a joyful "yes ma'am!" or "yes sir!" and the action carried out as was asked of you. Obviously this does not always happen but she is getting better at it. We also don't demand things of others or give commands to mommy and daddy. Instead, sentences are started with "please may I..." This is also a struggle sometimes for a two year old who spends 5 days a week with other 2 year olds at preschool, but when she forgets, a simple "try again" will typically yield the response we are looking for. 
This is what works for us for this particular child and I am so thankful it does. She is such a good girl and we couldn't be more thankful that God chose us to be her parents. 

Flossing is a Privilege

Flossing is a privilege, not a right. You read that right. I've been working hard to instill good dental hygiene habits in AG. It all started when something happened to her toothbrush so I put a new brush head on my sonicare and used that for her. 
She. Loved. It. 
So I had to buy her a spin brush of her very own. Princess themed, of course. Somewhere around that time she saw me flossing and started asking to floss. She has good spacing so it's not completely necessary at this stage but always a good thing to do. I told her not yet, that flossing is for big kids but she kept asking over the next few days so eventually I told her that because she had been SUCH A good girl that I would floss her teeth. I sat on her little bathroom stool and laid her across my lap and flossed her teeth just like at the dentist. She thought that was just the coolest thing ever. Here we are a few months later and flossing is still done when she's been a REALLY good girl. I even use it as leverage during the day to remind her of the need for good behavior. Last night, after I had brushed her teeth, she got down from her stool and moved it to where I sit to floss her and said "I've been a really good girl. You floss my teeth please?" So there you have it. The 2.5 year old who loves to floss. Go figure. We are blessed.