Update

Here's an update for the new discipline regime for The Boy. For those who don't know (that would be most people), we live in the country next to a church with a little graveyard between us and the church. Quietest neighbours ever.... but I digress. Sunday morning finds The Boy and I outside playing in the yard, raking a bit, cleaning up a bit, and running around looking at things (we have an acre). At the point of the yard closest to where the church is, The Boy throws a rock at my head, so I plopped him down on the ground right there on a time-out. Enter meltdown #1... during the church service with their doors wide open to enjoy the beautiful summer weather. I only hope two minutes of screaming and wailing somehow fit into their sermon.