Nimeout! Hands Up! and Wake Up!

Nimeout!
Although her tiny stature and sweet, laid-back demeanor are two of my favorite things about our little girl, they seem to be causing her some problems. For the past few months, she has bared the brunt of all sorts of frustrated toddler behavior. She gets pushed, hit, bitten, and pulled around on a pretty regular basis and, until now, had never retaliated. She cries and shakes her head, huge tears rolling from the corners of her blue blue eyes as she points at the culprit. Last week, she started putting people in time out.

Me: "Did you get hurt?"
Maddie: Dramatic Defined Head Nod, pointing at her brother. "Hit!"
Me: "Jameson hit you?
Maddie: Dramatic Defined Head Nod, pointing at her brother. "Brother, NIMEOUT!!! GO!!!"

Later in the day, I brushed her hair and put those golden blonde curls into pig tails that spring up Cindy Lou Who style.

Maddie: "Owww. Head...Hurt. Nimeout."
Me: "The brush hurt your head? I'm sorry."
Maddie: "Nimeout you, mama. Go." She held the top of her head with one hand and stared at me with a deep crease forming across her forehead, pointing to the bottom stair where I often send my children to do their penance.

Hands Up!
While getting the kids dressed, I always tell them "hands up" when I take off their shirts. They obediently put up their hands, and I pull off their clothes. Apparently, Madelyn has generalized this phrase to mean "take your clothes off." She's going through a bit of a nudist baby phase and often yells "hands up!" as she furiously tugs at her clothes or diaper.

Wake Up!
A few months ago, Jameson started to yell "Wake Up!" at the top of his lungs, hands on his cheeks, and a smile on his face...just as Madelyn's eyes started to flutter and she was seconds from sleep. She caught on pretty quickly and, after weeks of sleepless car rides, started wailing "Brother! Wake Up!" when he was right on the brink of a nice midday nap. She thought it was hilarious (which it kinda was) and, in the interest of sibling amicability, they seem to have settled into some sort of unspoken truce. We haven't had a problem since.
Flash forward to last night. I was fast asleep in my bed when I was jolted into consciousness by a bright-eyed baby girl who thought it might be morning. "Mama!!! Wake up!!!" She was on top of me, inches from my nose, smiling ear to ear. How do I get in on that truce???