Aww... his first grounding!

I grounded Wyatt this afternoon. It had to be done so that I wouldn't beat him down. It was only a 20 minute grounding but I banned that kid to his crib!

The kids have tricycles. They can't pedal yet so these trikes are more like mobile jungle-gyms than anything else. Anyway, he pulled his bike up to the edge of the couch, climbed up on the seat and onto the arm of the couch, then jumped onto the cushions where he fitted in giggles. It looked wonderfully fun but of course, since I'm a mean parent, I had to put an end to it before there were any accidents. So, after a couple of warnings, I sent him to time out.

As soon as he got out of time out, he was right back at it and jumping off the arm of the couch again. So, I sent him to time out again, and moved the tricycle into the other room where he was instructed not to touch it anymore. At that point, he got up and rammed the bike into the wall because he was angry. Oh... yes he did.

So, after another time out, I opened up the front door and chucked the bike outside. I figured that was the end of it and went back into the kitchen to continue slaving away at the dinner I was making for them even though it was doubtful that either of them would eat it.

The next thing I know, Wyatt had gotten Callie's tricycle and was going at it again!

I was beyond livid at this point! So, I threw her tricycle out the front door too and once again sent his little butt to time out! I appreciated his persistence and resourcefulness (it was pretty clever) but that little punk wasn't interested in listening to me at all! What do you do when the time outs aren't working?

(I considered showing him what The Rock was cooking.)

After that, since there were no more tricycles left inside the house, he decided to use the kiddie table instead.

I was fuming! My blood was boiling and my head was about to pop off. I tried counting to ten, but I was so mad that I could only hear a constant stream of profanity inside my head. I initially took him to time out (for the millionth time), but thought the better of it when I realized that I was going to be a twitching and drooling mess by the time Brent got home if I did not get this kid under control and confine him to his room.

So, I grounded him and came downstairs to feed the other half of the dynamic duo. She, of course, immediately declared dinner to be, "YUCKY! GROSS! EWWW!" and I felt my face turn fire-engine red. Thankfully, Brent came home right at that moment so I could run away, lock myself in my bedroom, and hide.

Now, as I'm typing this, Callie is screaming outside of my bedroom door, "HEATHER! HEATHER! DOOR STUCK! STUCK! HEATHER! HEATHER! OPEN IT!!!!"

Excuse me, while I go suck my thumb and cry.