An interesting development lately: while Micaiah, as the elder and, as a three-year-old (though new to the age, she has been acting beyond her years), has, to this point, been the greater discipline problem, Emmett has begun to emerge as a daily source of frustration in the art of effective discipline. Our failings in giving the proper attention to his training thus far are beginning to show.
Our son does not seem to understand that "No means No, mister" or that toilets are not toys. Lately, as I plop on the couch at the end of the day, breathing a sigh of relief that we made it, yet again, to bed-time, I find that most of my frustrations of the day actually came from keeping up with our little man than trying to keep his sister in line.
I mean, it's great that he's finally earning his own attention, but maybe we should have worked harder on positive reinforcement rather than inspiring the desire for negative feedback.
This parenting thing is just a constant cycle of fail/regroup/try again. So here we go, trying again.