You'll all be happy to know Sidamo is really embracing his identity as a 2-year-old. His absolute favorite word is no. He must say it a few hundred times a day—sometimes he even sings it. And of course, nothing is more fun than defiance right now. Yes, I get that it's a normal and necessary developmental stage, but for everyone's safety and sanity, Greg and I decided we needed some concerted discipline efforts. We (read: I) read a book (read: half of a book) called 1-2-3 Magic that offers up a simple discipline plan. Basically, it's counting to three when you want the child to stop a bad behavior. If he doesn't stop when you get to three, he gets a time-out or some other age-appropriate consequence (we use more of a time-in, since time-outs aren't recommended with adopted kids). Anyway, we've been doing this, and it's actually working quite well.
Or at least it was working quite well. A couple days ago, we were having dinner and Sidamo was using his feet to push against the table and tip his high chair back—one of his favorite games, and something that terrifies me and is expressly forbidden. Greg asked him to stop, and he didn't, so Greg looked at Sidamo and said firmly, "Sidamo, that's one." Sidamo looked at him, smiled, and continued doing it as he screamed, "TWO!" Greg and I tried so hard not to laugh, but we just couldn't keep it in, and soon the three of us were in hysterics. So much for discipline.