Finally feeling semi smart

Since I'm having all these preggo problems, one of my limitations is that I can't lift Brandon. This also means that I can not put Brandon in time out and he knows it. This morning Brandon was really testing my patience. First he started tugging the computer cord. I said NO or you will go in time out. Basically he laughed at me and tugged harder. I lost it. I pulled his milk out of his hand and I grabbed his hands and looked at him and said "You need to listen!" Very sternly. He didn't care what I was saying all he cared about was his milk out of his reach. I HAD HIM! So a few minutes later he's being bad so I take his milk and he's good. Then he climbs up on the bar stool and starts pulling push pins out of the message board. I say stop and he doesn't. So, I grab his milk, which is ten feet away and he is totally uninterested in, and I take it away and put it in the fridge. HOLY MELT DOWN PEOPLE. Bye this point I've had it, so he doesn't get the milk back. Then I realize I'm out of leverage. Shit now what. I go to get something in the garage and he follows me out and proceeds to sit down and refuses to come in, so I say...

"Brandon if you don't come inside I am putting Elmo in time out!"

I've never seen a little boy run so fast. He ran right inside, grabbed Elmo and sat down and behaved for the next 20 minutes till grandpa came to get him.

MOM WINS ONE!