We are attempting to potty-train James now. Or rather, my babysitter claims she succeeded in potty-training James, but I have yet to see him go in the toilet at home even once. Sometimes I think she makes this stuff up..
But I love her anyway.
A couple of days ago James and I were fighting over underwear. I wanted him to wear them instead of a diaper and he quite vocally refused. I insisted, and, sort of, won. Five minutes later I took him potty where he completely refused to take off the same underwear he didn't want to wear in the first place!!! I realize I shouldn't look for logic in a two-year-old. He is just trying to assert his independence.
Every day James grows more and more like his mother. Be afraid folks, be very afraid. He can and does scream for an hour. He doesn't like anything if it is not his idea. And most of all, he doesn't like other people to show him how to do something.
This reminds me greatly of the times my dad tried to coach me in softball.
Dad: Throw the ball like this, Inger-Lis.
Me: I know! I am throwing it like that!! Besides I want to do it my way!!
Dad: Make sure you swing your bat in a straight line.
Me: I know! I am swinging in a straight line, just like I threw the ball perfectly. I can't help if you can't catch it.
Or we could fast forward to last year when Jay taught me how to ride the scooter...
Jay: You have to go faster to get the scooter to stay straight.
Me: I know! But then I will fall off.
Jay: You won't fall off if you speed up.
Me: I know! Just let me do it.
Jay: You need to press down with your leg to turn it.
Me: I know! But I would rather stop, get off, and just walk the scooter around the corner, ok??
I think you get the idea...
I tried to teach James how to pedal his tricycle this week. His feet are finally long enough to reach the pedals and he is coordinated enough. He could really move on that thing if he could use the pedals. So I put his feet on them and showed him how to pedal.
He looked at me as if to say "I know, Mom!" Although he caught right on to the idea, he then returned to using his feet on the ground to propel him forward.
Mom and Dad, I give you permission to laugh your heads off at me.
5 comments:
Oh, Inger-lis...this sounds like me and Tommy about two years ago...
1) Don't even bother potty training a boy until at least 3 years old! Tommy gave me a run for my money and when I finally decided to just wait, he ended up doing it all on his own and now he's 99% independent. (I still have to wipe his bum for him)
2) He'll learn to ride a bike on his own, too! You've taught him how the pedals work, now just save your energy for when he's in his teen years, from what I remember as a teen, it'll be WAY more important and effective then! ;-)
AND
3) Believe your babysitter because kids are ALWAYS better for someone other than their parents! I don't know why, but it's true!
I think you're doing a great job as a mother! Pat yourself on the back and enjoy his persistent independence! Good luck! ;-)
That is funny! I laughed out loud, the underwear part was my favorite.
I can only hope my child will be like me...perfect:)
I remember your teenage years pretty well and if James is going to be anything like that then your really in trouble!
Liz, yes your child probably will be perfect but dont let them do the dishes or they will all be broken in a few years1
Tommy, I laughed my head off when I read your comment- that was FUNNY!!
Touche on Liz Tommy!
Yes James is just like you Inger-Lis. I love you lots but I wouldn't wish that stubbornness on anyone. :)
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