First Official Sentence!

Well, today we had our first official episode of violence against Sissy. And our first real sentence from William. One made me very upset, the other very glad.

Sissy was nursing, and I could tell Will was pretty jealous. He'd come up onto the couch with us, but kept wanting more of my attention. He had stuck his foot on her head, and when I told him that was a 'no' he did it again. I raised my eyebrows in the most scornful, scary, parenting look I have, and he stopped immediately. But I knew something was coming.

He was playing with a phone that Hannah had given him, and he's opening it, closing it, playing with the battery; and all of a sudden, with great force hauls off and throws it at Sissy's head. Thank God that even though I'm a klutz I do have good reflexes. I deflected the throw, put Sissy down and proceeded to discipline William. I plunked him down in tears on the rocking chair and told him to stay there until he could tell me and Sissy 'sorry.'

After a minute of cooling down, I say, "You don't hit Sissy, ever, right?"
"Yes," he replies.
"You need to say sorry to Mama and to Sissy."
"Sorry." "Sorry Siss."
Excellent. I reinforce the "You don't hit Sissy" rule. He climbs up on the couch with us. And he's talking under his breath. . . after a minute I realize what he's saying (over and over again). . .

"Don't throw phone at Sissy." "Don't throw phone at Sissy." "Don't throw phone at Sissy."



This afternoon he's just woken up from his nap, and he's walking around saying "Don't hit Sissy." "Don't hit Sissy." "Don't hit Sissy." Here's to the boy not only making a sentence but putting the lesson into his long term memory!!