Darling Samantha reached over and deliberately scratched her mommy on the neck. That put her in "Time-Out" until she apologized. She's been having too much fun during periods of discipline, so we switched "Time-Out" from her room to the 3 ft x 3ft linoleum alcove where our front door opens. We decided that we needed to put our combined parental foot down and keep her there until she actually used the word "sorry." It took about an hour and a half. The thing that finally broke her was the two of us starting a game of Connect Four where she could see us. I hope that still works when she's 17. "Sam, if you keep dating that sleazebag drug-dealer, we're not going to let you play Connect Four."
Our younger daughter made her first move towards mobility today. She was on her stomach, and moved her tremendous noggin to one side, which pulled her over onto her back. Now, if a crazed maniac with a sword or axe comes into the house, she'll be able to dodge out of the way.
If you look closely, you can see the horrible neck rash that Lucy's developed due to the stream of saliva, formula and stomach acid that almost continuously flows from her her adorable gullet. We've started putting diaper rash ointment on it.
To quote Cake: "I want a girl with a mind like a diamond. I want a girl who knows what's best. I want a girl with teeth that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes."
Becky's two oldest nephews, Nate and Tyler had their 14 and 12-year birthday party this weekend. We got them pillowcases decorated with this picture. We figure that it'll help them remember what's really important in life. (A keen eye will notice Jon's digitally whitened teeth!)