Joel is a pistol. I don't know if it's cause he's sick or because he's two, or just simply because he is. But, none the less, he's a pistol. Full of energy and fight. Full of agression and desire for independence. He is. Just simply, he is.
The newest struggle with my beautiful, wonderful, independent two year old is diaper changing. I've heard other parents say they communicated with their child that if the child didn't relax and let them change the diaper that the child would have to go on the potty. Seriously? How does THAT work? (note: I can barely get Joel to tell me if he's hungry without an all out ten minute tantrum). But hey, I'm trying despite it all.
There was a day last week when I faught him litterally on a public bathroom changing table to the point where we together decorated ourselves and the stall with a wonderfully tanish yellow--the "scent" was just an added bonus. Seriously ?!
So, I'm beginning to think it's just quite possible that this little independent fellow would like to begin the potty process. (Lord, please help me now). So, we're beginning any and all encouragement towards the process of excreting fluids and enjoying the air that hits a nekkid body. As in, while he's bathing if the feeling hits and he flows, we praise him for his venture into the pee-ing era. "YAY BIG PEE PEES!" (something that as a late twenty something, left into a life of enjoyment wouldn't dream would be the biggest thing since sliced bread, right?)
Fast forward to this morning... where we have sickies in the bed. Meaning, mommy, daddy, joel and kaeden--who are ALL sick were hanging out in the parental bed. Not a horribly abnormal thing (we do saturday morning wrestling matches in our bed... it's all relative). Joel, however, was seriously full in the diaper area, so I got diapers and decided to change the boys in our room. Joel, after having the freedom of running half nekkid, took off like a bat outta hewl running free (free bird?). Meanwhile, thinking nothing of it, I changed Kaeden. Daddy went to get sippy cups ready and I began psyching myself up for the battle I was going to have with Joel to get a diaper back on his nekkid little rear.
Yeah, it was about that point I realized he was over, on his dad's side of the bed, watering the carpet.
So, I think we've got the point of peeing outside of the diaper mastered. Now, redirecting him to a toilet/potty seat... that's going to be THE challenge, right?
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