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!
"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!
