Time Outs

After Mommy picked me up from Auntie Susie's today, we went to visit her coworker Christina and her new baby Raiden.  Raiden is 1 month old.  I wasn't too sure about him and all these strangers at first, especially when Mommy was holding him, but he didn't really do much except for sleep, so I figured he was harmless.

I found some things to play with in their house anyway, so Mommy just talked baby stuff with Christina until the baby finally woke up and started to fuss.  We took that as our cue to leave.

Mommy taught me about this thing she calls "Time Outs" tonight at dinner.  I'm not sure what it was all about.  All I was doing was throwing my food because I thought it would make her laugh.  After all, I found it pretty funny.  But, suddenly she turned my chair around and told me I was on a "Time Out".   I guess I heard her say "No throwing food", but I thought anything I do was cute.  She turned on the kitchen timer and stopped talking to me.  I cried at first, but then when I figured out she was ignoring me, I just started yelling.  Couldn't she hear me?  She was standing right there!  Well, once the timer went off, she took me down from the chair and told me to wipe up the food I threw on the floor.  I guess she meant business, so I wiped it up.  Then she told me to throw it away, so I went to throw it away in the garbage can.  

She let me play a little, but then I saw her eating some rice, and I wanted some too.  So, she put me in the highchair again and reminded me not to throw the food.  Well, hey, I thought, "Let's try that again."  It was pretty fun after all.   I got two fists full of rice and starting swishing it all over my tray and laughing.  She just looked all mad again, swiftly turned my chair around, and told me I was on a time out again.  

What's up with these "Time Outs"?  I don't like them.  

But this time, I didn't cry.  I knew she wasn't going to talk to me or pay attention to me.  So, I just yelled.  I yelled louder, and LOUDER, and LOUDER.  After the timer went off, she turned me around and pointed to all the rice on the floor.

"Oh!"  I said.  I thought, "Where did that come from?  Who did that?"  

Mommy told me to wipe it up.  I guess she knew it was me.  

Then I went to go play, but she said, "Chase, wait, where are you going?  Where does this go?".  I went to go throw the paper towel full of rice in the garbage can.

Geez, she won't give me a break.  

Well, I got her good again when I started pouring cupfuls of water outside the tub during bathtime!