I put Keegan in timeout yesterday morning for the first time. Frankly I can't believe he actually stayed where I put him. But I just won't tolerate hitting. He whacked me on the head when I wouldn't let him play with chemicals. I'm mean like that. Never too early to teach that violence is not the answer. And we need something a little more than redirecting and saying "no." He stood for almost a minute and then we processed the incident. I fell back to my residential care days. So I talked and he looked at me solemnly. Then we hugged and moved on with our day.

I am going to try to get to bed early tonight. I have a sore throat, I'm feeling rundown and I definitely don't want to get sick. Thankfully my beloved Ti*vo will take care of "My Name is Earl" for me.