So we are going to visit my dad's parents in Texas the second weekend of March and I've crazily decided that I'm going to try and get Adam potty trained before we leave so that I don't have to pack a bunch of diapers.
I'm not sure how well this is going to go but I'm hoping that 17 days is enough time to do this in. I have every confidence that when he decides he's ready to use the potty he will take to it like a champ, my only worry is that he has absolutely no interest in the process. I can see myself getting him partially trained on his little potty then refusing to go in the big potties thus forcing me to carry that green and blue seat throughout the airport. ugh! that idea right there is almost enough to make me wait until we get back. But being that I'm all hopped up on hormones and what not I'm finding myself worrying. Worrying that he won't be trained in time. Worrying that I'm pushing him into something he has no interest in and isn't ready for. Worried that if I don't do it soon then he's going to get a complex because everyone always asks him when he's going to start using the potty. One minute I think this is going to work and we can do it then the next I get frustrated because he's still going in the pull ups.
The thing about potty training is that everyone has an opinion on what will work best and there's no definitive answer as to the correct way. What worked for one kid may not work for another. And I'm so sick and tried of the unsolicited advise! The whole thing frustrates me to no end! I just want my son to say to me "I'm ready" or "I want to go in the potty" but half the time he says that then either doesn't follow through or says he wants to go back to wearing diapers. I suppose the best thing to do is try, try again. and to remind myself and Adam that if it doesn't take the first time that we didn't fail.
TRY, TRY AGAIN. this is my new mantra. hopefully it will get me through this.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
they told me this could happen...
You always hear stories about the possibilities. About how it has happened to others but I just assumed it wouldn't happen to me. I am now eating my words.
My son has decided that he needs to be a baby again. He is regressing. I assumed he'd at least wait until after his sister was born but with 2 1/2 months to go he is getting harder and harder to deal with. I'm sure his attitude is a combination of many factors; growing pains, different schedules, hanging out with Gma who doesn't really like to say "no", but I think a big factor is his realization that he won't be the only one around anymore.
I watch my 4 month old nephew 3 days a week, that combined with my growing belly, has him acting more like he did last year. He refuses to use his words anymore, he would rather throw a fit/cry/scream/yell then tell anyone what he wants. He has stopped being my helpful like man and instead shrugs his shoulders and as I don't know how. When I tell him something he stands there and gives me a look. Half the time I tell myself he's just testing me. That he's at the age where he needs to know his boundaries and his defiance is a learning thing. Other times when he want to crawl onto my lap, or wants me to carry him or refuses to feed himself I wonder if this would be happening if I wasn't pregnant. I don't want to blame myself/little sister but I can't help wonder if this attitude is some how my fault.
Not necessarily because of the new baby, but maybe because I'm not as consistent as I should be. Sometimes it's easier to let him have that other piece of candy or to pick up his toys for him. When you are always tired, who wants to fit with a 3 year old. I know I may be doing a disservice to his little brain by being so wishy washy but honestly, some days I don't really care. Yes, I know I may be making it harder on myself and the hubs when I keep changing the rules.
That is why I like to think its a regression thing. Because if so after she comes around, he will see that being a baby isn't all that's cracked up to be. That being a big boy gets you cookies and chocolate milk and super heroes. I'm hoping that this "phase" we are in right now goes away soon. I don't know if I can handle a whiny 3 year old AND a newborn. Especially with the midnight feedings and the lack of sleep.
So here's to hoping that he starts acting his age.
AND... if he is in fact acting his age, that he grows out of this stage SOON!
My son has decided that he needs to be a baby again. He is regressing. I assumed he'd at least wait until after his sister was born but with 2 1/2 months to go he is getting harder and harder to deal with. I'm sure his attitude is a combination of many factors; growing pains, different schedules, hanging out with Gma who doesn't really like to say "no", but I think a big factor is his realization that he won't be the only one around anymore.
I watch my 4 month old nephew 3 days a week, that combined with my growing belly, has him acting more like he did last year. He refuses to use his words anymore, he would rather throw a fit/cry/scream/yell then tell anyone what he wants. He has stopped being my helpful like man and instead shrugs his shoulders and as I don't know how. When I tell him something he stands there and gives me a look. Half the time I tell myself he's just testing me. That he's at the age where he needs to know his boundaries and his defiance is a learning thing. Other times when he want to crawl onto my lap, or wants me to carry him or refuses to feed himself I wonder if this would be happening if I wasn't pregnant. I don't want to blame myself/little sister but I can't help wonder if this attitude is some how my fault.
Not necessarily because of the new baby, but maybe because I'm not as consistent as I should be. Sometimes it's easier to let him have that other piece of candy or to pick up his toys for him. When you are always tired, who wants to fit with a 3 year old. I know I may be doing a disservice to his little brain by being so wishy washy but honestly, some days I don't really care. Yes, I know I may be making it harder on myself and the hubs when I keep changing the rules.
That is why I like to think its a regression thing. Because if so after she comes around, he will see that being a baby isn't all that's cracked up to be. That being a big boy gets you cookies and chocolate milk and super heroes. I'm hoping that this "phase" we are in right now goes away soon. I don't know if I can handle a whiny 3 year old AND a newborn. Especially with the midnight feedings and the lack of sleep.
So here's to hoping that he starts acting his age.
AND... if he is in fact acting his age, that he grows out of this stage SOON!
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