Jumblefuck.*April 28, 2011 at 11:01 am | Posted in Battles (aka: toddlerhood), milestones | 9 Comments
*I can’t take credit for this word – it was my friend D who came up with it. But I LOVE IT and I’m using it.
I feel like ass.
I’m tired, I’m bloated, my ovaries are still super tender and sore, and I have little patience for pretty much anything right now.
It’s pretty awesome.
I was hoping that I’d be able to try a slow two mile run on Sunday, but we’ll see about that.
I either want to feel BETTER, or I want to have a REASON for feeling like ass.
Right now it’s neither.
I did NOT get a number in the New York City Marathon lottery yesterday.
I had initially thought about running the Philadelphia Marathon instead, which is two weeks after New York, but I looked at the course yesterday and it’s an out and back.
I HATE out and back races. For my first marathon? Yeah maybe not so much.
So I’m now considering doing the Marine Corps Marathon in DC at the end of October instead. It’s Halloween weekend, which doesn’t really make me feel good because O will miss trick or treating, but maybe he won’t care.
Plus we have friends and family who live in the DC area, so maybe we can have him trick or treat there. Who knows?
You know, if this doesn’t work. I have to have PLANS!
I do know that the pressure to justify my position is all internally-generated. After re-reading my blog post and your comments on it, I did realize that it seemed like I was assigning blame or something.
Really, I’ve spent the majority of my life fighting to PROVE something.
I am working to getting to a place where I can just say this is our choice and we think it’s the right one.
Going to be a long road, but at least I’m working on it.
With O, we have been stymied on the potty training front. Regressed, actually.
O has refused to SIT on the potty, refused to TALK about the potty, refused everything about it.
We dropped it for a month, then decided to see if we could incent him with something else.
We think we’ve found something.
The movie, that is. He received a copy of the movie for his birthday, and LOVES it. He got a Mater for his birthday too, and immediately asked for a Lightning McQueen, which we got him during a shopping trip when he had been particularly helpful.
He LOVES his Lightning McQueen. For the past month, Lightning has gone with us EVERYWHERE. In the car. To school (where O “parks” him in my backseat so that he “doesn’t get lost”).
Every night, he’ll park both Mater and Lightning right next to his clock radio. It’s the first thing he picks up in the morning.
(Seriously. It’s LOVE. Last night? He even KISSED Lightning McQueen goodnight.)
So when he asked us for a Mack – the 18 wheeler that hauls Lightning McQueen – J and I had the idea that we’d use it as an incentive for going on the potty.
We told him that he would get a Mack if he went pee or poo on the potty. In the meantime, I went and used a gift card to get the damn toy.
Which he has repeated to us for nearly two weeks. Mommy! I have to go pee or poo on the potty and THEN I get my Mack!
But yeah, not so much on actually SITTING on the potty.
So Mack has been sitting in our dining room closet for those two weeks.
So we upped the ante the other night and SHOWED him the Mack.
Oh was it ever a FAIL.
Because he immediately went and SAT on the potty. The poor child spend an hour on the damn thing to no avail.
And then when it was time for us to go to bed… he fell apart. He wanted Mack RIGHT NOW! He sobbed like his heart would break when we told him, no, we were SO proud of him for trying so hard, but the rule was he had to GO in the potty to get his Mack.
We had talked ourselves into a corner. He had to GO pee or poo in the potty in order to get it. That was the rule.
(By fuck, I HATE being inflexible. But in this case, I felt like I couldn’t give in.)
Somehow we convinced him that he could try again the next day. He went to bed, and I tried to shake off the Fail and come up with a way to encourage him to TRY the potty.
So yesterday with the help of some girlfriends, I devised a compromise.
(And a sticker chart.)
If he sits on the potty and TRIES for the time it takes us to read Green Eggs and Ham, he gets a sticker.
Once he gets 10 stickers, he can have his Mack.
OR, alternatively, if he GOES in the potty once, he can have his Mack.
Damned if he hasn’t gotten three stickers already. And his morning AND afternoon teachers are carrying that through in school, too.
I am so happy we found a good way to compromise. This works really well for me – incents him to sit on the potty and try. A chart also shows him visually that sometimes we have to WORK for something we want.
Feeling pretty good about it now. Thankfully.
We shall see, though.
O’s school did picture day back in October. I was excited to get those pictures, which turned out pretty good.
But the package was expensive.
And right now, O yells at me when I try and take his picture. Hand over the face and ALL.
NO, MOMMY! DON’T TAKE A PICTURE OF ME!
So either I end up with a picture where he’s ducking away, or he’s scowling.
It’s pretty awesome.
So when they told us that they were doing ANOTHER picture day in April, I thought, no thanks.
I just assumed if I didn’t fill out the sheet he wouldn’t participate.
I was wrong.
So yesterday when I dropped him off and his teacher told me that they had pictures of him, I thought the worst.
But holy crap they turned out AWESOME. Like they got a REAL smile from him in one pose. And the two others – they are mini senior (high school) pictures.
I love them and I’m getting them.
Which means I’m going to have to, you know, BUY them.