Discipline

Friday night Jeff was getting the kids ready for bed and had all three in the bathroom brushing teeth. Lyla saw the toilet paper and thought it would be fun to un-roll the paper onto the floor. Jeff caught her and said "no no Lyla" and popped her on the hand. This was the first time Lyla had been disciplined by daddy (yes.. she made it a whole 18 months without doing something wrong in daddy's eye). She was devastated. Came running out of the bathroom and sobbed into my shoulder for a good 20 minutes. Then she snuggled with Jeff some and kept pointing to her hand and slapping it. When we put her in her bed she started sobbing all over again (very un-Lyla like, she NEVER cries at bedtime) and slapping her own hand some more. Jeff was heartbroken. So much so that he sat on the floor in her room and held her hand through the crib rails until she fell asleep. Poor poor daddy.... he said that's the last of him disciplining her. Baby girl has her daddy right where she wants him.