
In childhood disciplining, it normally works out that at any given time, one parent is generally "the heavy." You know, the one who is going to be strictest on the punishments, etc.
Well, it seems that in our household, the "heavy" turns out to be the vacuum cleaner.
Michael cannot stand the vacuum cleaner. He hates, hates, hates it. He can't even have it out of the closet without being wide-eyed and weary about it.
So we have turned this to our advantage to help encourage good mealtime behavior.
It started out one time when Michael just dumped his plate on the floor. He wasn't even having a temper tantrum, he just did it because, I don't know, he was bored or something. It was a bunch of eggs that I just couldn't imagine cleaning up by hand (cold eggs feel gross) and they were small enough pieces that it was out of the question. I needed to vacuum, and I couldn't wait until he went to bed, which is what I usually do, because, well, they were eggs--it was breakfast!
So I got out the vacuum cleaner and cleaned it up, and he was terrified. He clung on to my leg and just kept saying "bye-bye vacuum!" over and over again. And when I turned it off, he screamed out his pent-up terror.
Ever since then, if he looks like he is about to have a tantrum and toss his food, all we have to say is "If you do that, we'll have to clean it up with the vacuum!" and he snaps right back into shape and keeps his food on his tray...usually saying "bye vacuum" or "no vacuum. Ok."
Michael likes to rock violently back and forth in his booster chair and he is SO close to falling all the way forward. It drives me crazy. I don't think it would actually hurt him, but it still doesn't look all that safe. So the other day, we came up with the genius plan:
"If you rock in your chair, it will spill your plate and we'll have to clean it up with the vacuum!"
He kept rocking.
"Ok Daddy, I guess you should get the vacuum out of the closet and have it ready just in case, because it looks like Michael is going to spill his food."
Michael gets up and heads toward the broom closet and baby Michael sits up straight, panic-striken and says to Michael:
"Chair Daddy!!" violently pointing to his chair, indicating he wants his dad to sit back down.
"Back!! Back!!" he stammers on, on the verge of a sob. He hasn't been rocking in his chair since then.
I know it is sick and twisted of me, but I secretly get a kick out of his fear of the vacuum. It's so funny!
Anyways, it seems like all we have to do is convincingly threaten the vacuum and he'll get into shape. Of course, if he merits the vacuum, the threats aren't empty...he'll get the vacuum right under his feet...but with only one exception, the threat has been enough.
Sometimes, if I speak with him sternly, if it has nothing to do with the vacuum he'll ask "Vacuum?" and I'll say "No vacuum, we don't need the vacuum" and he'll say, relived, "bye vacuum."
Other times, he'll randomly ask about it throughout the day, like he's sort of got it on the mind all the time. He says "bye vacuum" un-provoked just to remind himself and get my reassurance that the vacuum indeed is nowhere in sight.
So now, I'm trying to think of ways to involve the vacuum into other disciplinary issues: "If you hit Matthew, I'm going to get the vacuum!" or "Anymore whining, and the vacuum will have to come out!"
Other times, he'll randomly ask about it throughout the day, like he's sort of got it on the mind all the time. He says "bye vacuum" un-provoked just to remind himself and get my reassurance that the vacuum indeed is nowhere in sight.
So now, I'm trying to think of ways to involve the vacuum into other disciplinary issues: "If you hit Matthew, I'm going to get the vacuum!" or "Anymore whining, and the vacuum will have to come out!"
I know, that is going a little too far. At least with the food, it's not just threatening the most terrible thing in existence just for the sake of scaring him...but it sure is tempting to have the vacuum be the official all-around Heavy and we will get the most well-behaved boy on the block!

