Dear Diary(tales from the crib)

Dear Diary:

Today was a pretty good day but Mommy is teaching me what time out REALLY means. A couple of weeks ago I thought it was cool. But today I was being very mean to my sissy, hey she had the stuff, she had crayons, so why can't I hit and push to get them! Anyway, she said NO NO and said TIME OUT.....I went over to the seat and go on at first but then she would not let me get up for what she said was 1 minute...but it seemed like hours to me! She took pictures of me crying and pouting......not fair. I also told mommy NO NO today when she told me don't touch. Mean mommy, will not let me do what I want! I gave her the lip and EVERYTHING. I heard her tell Daddy that she knows I dont really understand time out yet, but it is time for me to learn. But I do KNOW.......I have seen Christopher and Hannah in time out enough. I don't think time out is fun anymore. I cried and pitched a fit until she said....."Jennifer when you hush and calm down you can get up". I knew she meant business then, and I hushed and got down quick before that minute grew. Then I went and cuddled with mommy. Her neck is so nice to cuddle into. I love my mommy, even if she is teaching me what time out means. Tomorrow Mommy is taking me to the doctor person for a "checkup". Doesn't sound good to me. Maybe if I am cute enough, reckon I can talk her out of it?
Love Jennifer

Dear Diary

I may be just 14 months but I have so much to say. I think I am the boss but can't convince Mommy, Daddy, sister and brother of that. I mean come on, why can't I rummage through the pantry and pull out all the food, then open the crackers and spread them on the floor. After all in my mind this is SUPER fun. I love the sound of the crunch under my feet. For some reason, Mommy does NOT like that. She put me in the other room and horror of horrors put up the toddler gate. That made me so mad! I stood at the gate while mommy used the broom, which by the way she will not let me play with either. I let her know my outrage.

I like to rock in the rocking chair and say "rock bye rock bye". For some reason my mommy thinks I am cute. I just like to rock, but then again cuteness works really, really well when mommy says I have been naughty.