Time out...

So this is Tessa's "time out" spot! (I know, we can do an entire post on her hair later...she gets it from her dad.) But as she has been getting older, we have been trying to teach her and when she hits, she goes to time out. I write goes--but really she marches--all I have to say, is "Tessa, go to time out"...and she marches with her one arm swinging and sits herself down. I tell her to stay there until she can be nice...and when she comes out I ask her if she's ready. She nods yes and then smiles--I hope I never forget the little pouty faces she pulls--for as much as I should be disciplining her, I find that it tugs on my heartstrings more than I'd like to admit. What a little toot!