Notice how her cheeks are the same shade as her sweet little skirt? Notice her position, seated up against the laundry room door? Notice her sweet little hands forming fists, pumping in protest at her sides? The tears and saliva dripping off her chin?
Any guesses?
Yup. Time-Out.
The (not so) funny thing is, this ain't her first rodeo. My girl earned 3 consecutive trips to the laundry room door today. Why? She's a champion fit thrower. And while Mommy would love to pull a category Tatum fit a few times a week... fits just don't fly around here.
In all seriousness... we're in trouble with this one. Don't tell Tatum, but I think I'm becoming a little afraid of her. After a solid hour of trying to de-code my girl, offering drinks, snacks, Baby Einstein, cuddles, dry diapers, and even medicine... the fits did not subside.
Until....
I gave her a bottle.
We've been trying to give up bottles for a while now and Tatum is letting us know in NO uncertain terms, she will not have it. I can't say that I blame her, this growing up stuff is just plain hard.
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but they are still just so dang cute even when they are in time out.
Morgan has her personality, but so far she seems a bit more easy going than her brother. Lets see how that goes as she gets older.
We put Morgan in timeout and she likes it, until daddy puts her there and stands behind her making her face the corner of the wall. LOL
Oh Tatum and Charlie will hold out for what they want and like you, it caughtme by surprise. Who knew the sweet, let-big-brother-have-whatever-he-wants-I'll-take-the-scraps-sisters had an opinion? Charlie will yell at me then give me a raised eyebrow and wait for my response. 9 times out of 10 I have to turn around because I start laughing. And 9:15 sounds great! See you then. And thank you so much for the books-sweet story for you about Mr Happy!
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