Hug Twice

Matt was whining about being old.  I say to him:

“You’re young!”

And he responds with:

“For a tree!”

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On Friday, CJ came home with a band-aid on his arm.  I am only home with him for about 15 minutes before I leave for work, and his shirt sleeve was covering the band-aid, so I didn’t notice it until Saturday morning.  I asked Matt what happened, and Matt said that CJ told him it happened at school and nothing else.

So I ask CJ, why do you have a band-aid on your arm?  And he says he got it at school.

I say:  “CJ, that is where you got it, not why.  Why did you get it?”

And he says:  “Mommy, just chill.”

It was all Matt and I could do to not burst out laughing. 

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I think I am the one who is toilet trained here.

CJ has been in underwear, no diapers at all, for about six weeks. He sleeps in underwear (no accidents for at least a month now), he wears underwear to school, on the bus, out and about, everywhere.

He hardly ever has pee accidents but that is because I remind him to use the toilet every hour or two.  I tried, once again, to back off and not remind him yesterday morning, and he had his first pee accident in a week.  So I am back to reminding him.

He still has most of his bowel movements in his underwear.  He isn’t trying to hold it anymore, but that was I think because I was acting too frustrated with his accidents.  So I backed off getting upset and just act calm instead.  And once in a while he goes on the toilet (with us reminding and asking him to).  Mostly, he goes in his underwear.

Small favors - he has, for his whole life, almost chosen to have his bowel movements exclusively at home.  So I don’t worry too much about taking him out and him having an accident.  Too much, at least.  I do worry a little.

I think we are at a plateau.  I guess I can say he started wearing underwear full time at four.  Will he be toilet trained at four?  No clue.

In an interesting aside, I have been digitally sorting old pictures, and I came across my first attempt at toilet training CJ.  By the date stamps on the camera it was February 2006, when he was about 20 months old. I was so excited I took pictures every time I sat him on the toilet.  That was short lived.  I think I still have nightmares about how well that attempt went.  I think I lasted two weeks before I threw in the towel, that time.  Two and a half years and more attempts later than I can count, at least we’re in underwear.

Maybe I’ll start earnestly training Alexa next week.  Because I am a glutton for punishment. 

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Alexa has been going through a spell where she doesn’t sleep at night.  This has been a struggle for me to deal with without a nervous breakdown, but so far we are (barely) managing.  Even when we get her to sleep at a reasonable hour, she wakes up in the middle of the night and wants to play play play not go back to sleep.  After hours of this I basically give up trying to get her to go back to sleep and bemoan my own lost shuteye.

This morning, after trying from 230am until 430am to unsuccessfully convince her to go back to sleep, I gave up and we went downstairs for some quiet time.  At 530am I was falling asleep despite Alexa’s constant poking me and climbing me, so I made some coffee.

When I poured the coffee in a cup, Alexa started pointing at it and trying to stick her hand in it.

Um, no.  The last thing you need, my dear, is coffee.

I anticipate she will go back to sleep finally at about the same time CJ wakes up.  Heh.

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Before I had kids, I just knew that my children would be the polite, well-behaved ones.  Because they just would.  I am awesome, and I would be an awesome parent.  Of course.  And because of that, my children would be model little people when appropriate and never ever embarrass me with their behavior.

And then, well, I had kids.  You can stop laughing now. 

Today at taekwondo class, I had a new prospective student try it out who is not quite 3.  We usually have kids wait until they are at least 3, but his brother is also a student with me and he is close to 3, so we tried it.

And who behaved better and paid attention more in class?  The not quite three year old, or CJ.  You guess.  I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t CJ. 

Of all my pre-child-having expectations, this is the one that I am having the hardest time letting go of.  I can’t just will my children through some kind of mind meld to act appropriately at all times.  But really, I think I should be able to. 

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