Time Out Spot

Henry is two-and-a-half.

I remind myself of this fact every single day, multiple times a day -- usually when he's being a "pill" as my dad calls it.

Being sent to his room doesn't bug him the way it used to, so I've now resorted to having him sit on a rug in his room. It's his "time out spot".

As you can see, he isn't too happy about the new arrangement.

Funny thing is, he's generally pretty good about sitting there. Sometimes he'll sneak out of his room and I'll have him march back in there and sit his tush on the rug.

Poor guy. His mom is super mean.

Yesterday, after "accidentally" tossing his dinner plate to the floor when he was done, he got sent to his spot. Dustin found him rolled up in the rug like a naughty little red-headed burrito.

It didn't take him long to figure out that he can move the rug to another location in his room and still be sitting on it. Dustin also caught him laying on the rug on his bed. He's sometimes naughty, but he's also clever.