Ron and I put Emi in “time out” today. Well… ok, she’d had mini-time-outs before, but this time it was a “real-honest-to-goodnes-time-out”. I ended up taking her upstairs and plopping her in her bed and closing the door. She calmed down in seconds and was fine the rest of the night.
And, what pray-tell was the problem of the evening? Who knows. She’s in a phase where she will do nothing but whine incessently, get more and more upset, not talk, etc. etc. Tonight it was a progressively escalating situation and then she threw her crackers and wouldn’t pick them up and just got madder and madder and madder… so off to beddy-bye time out she went. 🙂