The slice of pear was just the first taste of lunch but its contact with the floor put the boy on Strike One. Another and lunch would be over. Anything tossed to the ground would do it - a piece of finger food, a spoon from his main course.
A strike is a strike.
Welcome the world of Tracy Hogg, author of The Baby Whisperer. The book's subtitle says it 'solves all your problems' and what few we've had it generally has. At least that's my understanding - being a bloke I've not actually read it. As stay-at-home dad I probably should, but thankfully Kate was smart enough to uncover the two strike rule and tell me what I needed to do.
Thanks to baseball, this didn't take long. There was even enough time left in the ad break to get another beer.
Enough tomfoolery. This is a serious and terribly important parenting project. The Rule was our solution to Austin's obsession with tossing food to the floor if done with or dissatisfactory - something which, if left till boarding school age, could get darn right embarrassing.
Thankfully, the Baby Whisperer had a plan. One based on tough love, sure, but as far as we were concerned one well worth a crack.
Well worth it indeed. Two days in and I've only once had to call off a meal. Most get to Strike One before Austin remembers where the line is drawn. Even his early foul play with today's pear was backed up with an otherwise faultless performance.
It's enough to make you wonder what other gems the Baby Whisperer has up her sleeve. I'm sure there are a few. I also know Kate will tell me about them when I need to know.
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I'm Philip Clark. In January 2009 my wife Kate and I returned to Sydney after three-and-a-half years in London. In tow was our son, Austin, then nine months. Fast forward two weeks and we had found the perfect house - with Kate the first to land a great job.
We were lucky enough to be in a position to choose that one of us would be at home with the boy. That someone, of course, was me. It was something I'd always want to have a crack at. It was an experience I wouldn't change for the world.
Things have moved on since then. Roles are reversed. Kate is now at home with boys one and two, while I'm suited up and at the office. The stories remain, however, and here you'll find almost all there is to know about my nine months at home with Austin.
For anything else, you can find me here.
We were lucky enough to be in a position to choose that one of us would be at home with the boy. That someone, of course, was me. It was something I'd always want to have a crack at. It was an experience I wouldn't change for the world.
Things have moved on since then. Roles are reversed. Kate is now at home with boys one and two, while I'm suited up and at the office. The stories remain, however, and here you'll find almost all there is to know about my nine months at home with Austin.
For anything else, you can find me here.
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