Time Out

Our sweet boy was not so sweet today and landed himself in his first time out. It was terrible. More for me than for him, for sure. He threw a sippy at Sydney and her friend Joselynn and knocked over Sydney's milk, soaking her and the couch and carpet. It was not an accident. It was done because the girls weren't paying that much attention to him. Oh boy.
I quickly learned I haven't given any thought to a time out area for Jack. It needs to fit a lot of criteria. It needs to be near, so I can keep an eye on him in case he tries to escape. It needs to be far enough so that it removes him for the situation and/or fun. It needs be boring, so it feels crummy being there. And it can't be his room.
I quickly sat him on the floor next to the entry way bench. So that he faced the hallway but I could see if he wasn't sitting quietly. I didn't think about it being chilly tile. I don't like the fact that its not carpeted. Other than that its a good place.
Anyhow, our little trouble maker was a good boy in time out (if that's possible.) He didn't get up, he was quiet, he even looked remorseful. So much so I had to snap this pic of his first time being truly busted. Poor thing huh?
Man, nothing worse than a kid in time out. When they are on time out, so are you, lemme tell ya. But man, nothing is sweeter than talking it out after they have done their time (Jack did 2 minutes) and kissing and forgiving with its over. I love sharing the unconditional love. And I love it when we all can get along again.