March grumps bring April jumps
Apr. 4th, 2008 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamagotchaLinc was being pretty hard to deal with last month... very short fuse, being defiant, digging in his heels, fighting with his friends... nothing out of the ordinary for a three-year-old kid, but still outside the norm of his usually sunny demeanor. It was getting old.
In the last week, he's had several developmental leaps: starting to identify words in his books (and wanting to "read" them to us), talking to my sister via speakerphone (a one-time thing so far... normally he hates the phone), making up stories and songs... just little stream-of-consciousness wanderings and such, and (FINALLY) pooping in the toilet.
This last was encouraged strongly by me, maybe not so AP but I'm SO DONE with diapers. I used this time that Bill's out of town to have the Final Battle, because he's more softhearted than me and will hand over the diaper eventually. I hardened my heart to his pleas, kept telling him I loved him and knew he could do it, cleaned up a few messes around the house (didn't yell about them), fed him popcorn and chocolate, bribed him with a squirt-gun, and eventually just parked him on the pot for about 15 minutes.
It worked, and as we headed out to a drugstore to obtain the promised bribe, he squeezed my hand and said, "Thanks you for teachin' me how to poop in the potty, Mama!"
*melt*
I guess I'll keep the lil' stinker.
In the last week, he's had several developmental leaps: starting to identify words in his books (and wanting to "read" them to us), talking to my sister via speakerphone (a one-time thing so far... normally he hates the phone), making up stories and songs... just little stream-of-consciousness wanderings and such, and (FINALLY) pooping in the toilet.
This last was encouraged strongly by me, maybe not so AP but I'm SO DONE with diapers. I used this time that Bill's out of town to have the Final Battle, because he's more softhearted than me and will hand over the diaper eventually. I hardened my heart to his pleas, kept telling him I loved him and knew he could do it, cleaned up a few messes around the house (didn't yell about them), fed him popcorn and chocolate, bribed him with a squirt-gun, and eventually just parked him on the pot for about 15 minutes.
It worked, and as we headed out to a drugstore to obtain the promised bribe, he squeezed my hand and said, "Thanks you for teachin' me how to poop in the potty, Mama!"
*melt*
I guess I'll keep the lil' stinker.