Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Season of Change

Just a little update...

J-man and Big Daddy

With change comes more change. 

J-man is changing so fast and furious that it is hard to keep up or take stock of the changes in any sort of cohesive way.  He is talking.  Not consistently, but often enough and with enough real communicative intent that I can say he is talking.  He is using sentences.  Mostly 2-3 word, but every once in a while a longer, complicated one comes out and I spend several very long seconds trying to decode what he tried to say. 

I usually fail.

Good-bye diapers?

J-man is officially 99.9% potty trained.  He goes on his own, doesn't need (or want) prompting.  He has had several meltdowns at his program because they were working on potty training from a toileting schedule perspective (go at regular intervals...  like every hour... and reinforce attempts).  One day last week, J-man just decided he would have none of that.  He starts a round of temper tantrums when they would try and make him go.  Over the weekend I just decided that hey... it's his body... he should get to decide when he goes to the bathroom.  So I would ask "have to go potty??" and leave it up to him. 

Only one accident.  At Target of course. And number 2.  Awesome.

I promptly informed his program to back off on the whole 'forced potty' thing.  He gets it.  It is his body, and he gets it.  They have, and so far no accidents this week.  He still wears a diaper at night, but only because I am too chicken-sh*t to risk it.  He stays dry, but I cannot handle the pressure. 

Nonetheless, I think this might be the last pack of diapers I will have to buy.  Ever.

(yes, I know I have just jinxed myself)

Yet with all these great changes... and they are uber-great...  come the meltdowns.  Think nuclear.  Chernobyl-like.  Over such important things like "who gets to carry his backpack" and "who gets to pour the juice".  I am going to make the huge assumption that the reappearance of Melt Down Man is rooted in all these new changes, as he learns to adapt to the New Skills. 

Cool beans.  I will just put on my helmet and hide under my desk.  Duck and cover, my friends.  Duck and cover!

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