Rough Go

This morning Noah got in trouble. Lately he has been teasing Sam (I can't believe this is starting... I guess teasing is in a boy's blood or something). He'll hold one of his toy cars out to him and then yank it away when Sam reaches out for it. Poor Sam gets so sad (just so you know though, Noah also has many moments of giving toys to Sam - overall he's a sweet big brother). Anyway, after gentle reminders to be nice to his brother and then stern warnings to stop teasing, I finally had to pull out the big guns. I took Noah's cars away and had Noah spend a few minutes in his crib. This did not make him happy at all. A few minutes after his release from time-out Noah layed down on my bed sulking and then said to me, "I'm having a rough go." We talked and hugged it out and then he sat up and said, "I'm okay now."

He's also lately been having fun playing in the walk-in closet. He likes to run inside, shut the door and wait for us to ponder, "Where's Noah?" Then he'll burst through the door exclaiming, "I came out of the closet!!!" :)