He is enjoying his time playing.
The other night, he willingly crawled/walked up the stairs and realized that some (all) of the bedroom doors were open. He tried to spend time in every single room until Daddy shut all the doors...mean Daddy!
Let's get one thing straight...Daddy left all the doors open, so this whole thing is kinda sorta his fault.
At this point, Matthew started to melt down...completely melt down.
He's walking around our 2nd floor landing crying his little eyes out.
Husband is annoyed b/c he cannot handle crying/whining/whimpering of any sort.
I'm kind of laughing b/c that's what I do.
Hailey was in the bathroom watching Daddy start the bath (she likes to make sure all of my things are put away...ya know...because it's her tub, right?).
Matthew comes screeching (literally) around the corner to see what's going on in the bathroom. He's still crying and blubbering.
All of the sudden, it happened.
Hailey slapped him.
She slapped him right across the face.
He immediately stopped crying and went about his business as nothing had happened.
Husband and I couldn't believe our eyes.
She was like, "snap out of it, man!"
And he did!
We had to put her in time-out though b/c she did hit him. Physical violence results in an automatic time-out every single time.
However, if we didn't have to be consistent parents to be good parents, we totally would have skipped that time-out because it actually helped us! He stopped crying. The tantrum was over. No one would have been the wiser!
She's awesome.
