another timeout story

yesterday both Illie and I were busy dropper feeding Livi – one to feed, the other to distract her so she’s not moving too much.

Ruby wanted attention and started throwing a small fit and bumping into us making the feeding even more difficult. After awhile I threatened her, “keep on doing this and you’ll get a timeout. do you want a timeout?” I didn’t actually tell her that she was getting one. She stopped throwing a fit and there was silence, and Illie and I continued the feeding.

A minute later I hear some crying from the laundry room… “I don’t want timeout!!” I walk there and realized she gave herself a timeout. I told her that the timeout was finished and she could leave.