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1-2-3 Magic and our first day using the system!

1-2-3 Magic: Effective Discipline for Children 2–12 is an evidence-based, easy-to-learn and effective parenting program for parents. 1-2-3 Magic System can be used with children as early as 18 months through 12 years. 1-2-3 Magic is parents in charge, but no arguing, yelling or spanking is allowed. 1-2-3 Magic is the #1 selling child discipline book in the country, and the book itself has sold more than 1.5 million copies in 22 languages. 1-2-3 Magic produces results quickly, and its power comes from the fact that it is the only parenting program based on the fact that moms and dads talk too much! You will learn how silence speaks louder than words. (Www.123magic.com) 

I discovered 123 Magic from a friend of mine. She implemented it in her classroom as well as with her daughter. After begging and crying out for help with discipline for Hasting, she told me about this book. I don't do discipline well, especially given my past. I don't believe in spanking for the sole purpose of the child abuse I received as a child. BUT, I do it. And I lose all control, and I spank out of anger NOT discipline. So I knew something had to be done. Gentle parenting didn't work --I tried for months. So here I am, changing my disciplinary actions one day at a time, all thanks to this fantastic book.  

I am no where near finishing the book (just on chapter 6), but it's completely amazing, and already changing how I parent. 

After reading through the first 5 chapters of 1-2-3 Magic, I realized we've been doing the counting discipline system in all the wrong ways. We were basically egging Hasting on. Telling him we were up for the battle. We were talking too much and putting too much emotion in. Which, were 2 of the biggest discipline mistakes I've learnt via 1-2-3 Magic that you can do as a parent. 

So below is a replay of how our first day with 123 magic went. Hasting was used to the counting, but all the way to 5. And we weren't just counting... We we're talking, and talking too much. And making the situation WORSE. WE have been the cause of the battle. 



DAY ONE WITH COUNTING:

Annestyne was the hardest (when we first started for the day), but she's the youngest (2.5). We've never implemented counting with her like we have with Hasting. I had to count to 2 with Hasting twice (for starters). Annestyne I had to "that's one", "that's two", "that's three. Timeout", 4 times before it sunk in that she wasn't getting a smoothie or another snack after she had chosen (and eaten) her snack bag from the snack drawer for the evening. 

Hasting's countings were from trying to parent Annestyne, and tell her "hush, you're in time out". And from trying to argue with me about how many stuffed animals he was allowed to take and play with outdoors. 

As the day progressed, Hasting got a little harder. I laid him down for a nap per usual, and he skipped it, and just had quiet time. He was overly cranky by 5:30pm, which is when we got all dressed up like cows and partook in Cow Appreciation Day at Chickfila. He fell asleep on the way there, and wasn't happy that he couldn't have ice cream. 

Proof he was mad he didn't get to partake in icecream. But, aren't they cute?

Hasting lightened up a bit after her ate dinner! No nap and hungry = cranky dude! But a smile was on his face after dinner! 

So the first day, it started out harder with Annestyne (2.5), but wound up harder with Hasting (4.5). And I figured it would. Hasting is the main (and really only) reason I've even picked this book up. 


Below is an excerpt from the book, and one that I STRONGLY agree with: 





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