In the last week we’ve reached the pinnacle of Honor’s naughtiness. He has gotten to the point where he absolutely refuses to comply with anything I’m telling him to do. In turn, I’ve tried anything that I can think of to get him in line. Tuesday I implemented a point system that Eden immediately took to. The kids have a list of chores (some mandatory and some optional) that they need to do to earn points. Once a certain amount of points are earned, they can choose a reward (like going to Chuck E. Cheese). They can also loose points for bad behavior. Eden has a whole bunch of points, Honor has none.

I’ve taken away all of Honor’s toys, he’s lost all his computer and t.v. privileges, and he still doesn’t care. There is no discipline that I give to him that he cares about. And, yes, it’s just me… for Jim he behaves. I don’t know what to do, I can’t allow him to completely disregard me, to completely ignore what I tell him. As it is, he’s putting himself and others in danger – today he disobeyed me and as a result Tuck got ahold of a large piece of fried chicken and ate the whole thing, bones and all. The other day Honor threw a CD at Eden and barely missed her eye.

I don’t know what to do other than watch his every move and be extremely consistent. He gets away with nothing, no matter how much he has worn me down. I don’t understand his behavior because he can also be extremely sweet and loving and I know is completely capable of behaving because he does it for Jim. I’m at a loss and I’m miserable and I don’t know what to do.

Today Honor started like this:

Add fifteen minutes of screaming like we’re pulling his hair out one by one and you get this:

“Mom, I want you to buy that for my birthday when I turn 5. Because I would play with it all day and I wouldn’t whine all day.”

“Robots don’t go potty.”

“How do you know?”

“‘Cause they don’t have butts!”

He needs a haircut.

BTW, Honor’s latest threat is that he will give you a knuckle sandwich if you’re not doing what he likes – complete with balled up fist and ornery (Honor-y) look. His latest term of endearment is to call us a “chicken peep.”

I’m at Tangle today with Honor. He decided that he wanted to learn to knit, so I sat down with him and tried to teach him. In between each stitch we made, he lept up and had to do a squirmy dance before settling back down to the next stitch. After about six stitches, he was done, promising that he would knit next time we are here.

It’s all he can do to even begin to contain himself why we are here. I think what he needs is perhaps a giant hamster wheel so he can try to expend his unquenchable energy. Now, just where would I put it?

“Mom, I’ll give you a hug if you give me dessert and if you don’t give me dessert, I won’t give you a hug.”

“Mom, this bean is Lord of the Beans!”

Honor turned 4 last Friday. We celebrated the day with a much sought after trip to Chuck E Cheeses and a nice load of 100% boy presents. And finished off the day with a few friends and some pirate cup cakes.

Friday morning, after we had given him his Walkie Talkies, the sock monster I sewed for him (pics coming) and his Play mobile pirate ship, Honor looked up at me and asked, “Mom, am I four now?” And wow, has he embraced is 4 year old-ness. He keeps listing off all the things he can do now that he’s four, like wear big 4 year old clothes (that won’t stay up on his butt) and play out in the front yard by himself (that I won’t let him do) and turn his transformer into the guy. But not the “tar”. “Dust” to the guy. The newness of being four has not worn off yet, so I continue to play the 4 year old card, “Stop, whining, you’re four.” It’s still working, so at least that. I guess one thing to be said about Honor is that things are never boring when he’s around…

(BTW, Unfortunately I’ve got proof that he didn’t magically transform into an angel Friday morning.)

(he did this all by himself)