Time Out Again

My baby is in time out again. This time it's because he pulled a lamp off the table. Twice. He ran away giggling the first time. I gave him the opportunity to prove himself and he did it again. I think he was proving what a twerp he is. He'd just gottten out of time out for throwing a sippy cup full of milk at my laptop. A sippy cup he'd stolen from his brother. I don't think he's learned his lesson.

Now he's sitting on his Sesame Street couch winking at me. It's almost working. I'm almost smiling at him. It's hard not to. You have no idea how cute he is. It's like swimming against the tide. (I don't actually swim especially anywhere there might be reptiles of any kind in attendance, but I'm assuming this is what it would be like.) You just can't resist him. He gazes at you with those chocolate brown eyes. I've always been a sucker for chocolate. Then he lowers his head and looks up at you, then he blinks both eyes. Then he smiles. Those two little dimples come out and....

He's changing tactics. Just in time too. I was just about to smile at him. Now he's standing up, looking at me to see what my reaction is. I say in my best mommy voice, "Sit down!" and he pops back down. A few seconds later, the action repeats. This tactic isn't working for him.

Uh-oh, he's sitting with his hands crossed on his lap. He's back to being irrestistable.

I really need to go bake some cookies. Uhhhh.......