I am a Christian, husband to my beautiful wife & best friend of nine years and father of three adorable children.
I use this website to log my thoughts, happenings & whatnot. Sometimes my posts are work or web-related & sometimes they are family-related or just random.
I produce creative design and code for a living at Visual Notion.
The downside to parenting is that you never know what what will come next. The upside is that you never know what will come next.
Yesterday, while trying to get our two year old to go sit on the potty (she's at that stage earlier than our older two were), she absolutely refused to sit down. She just wasn't going to do it. She was so defiant that she stood there and wet standing up; all over the stool, her pants and her socks. I was not exactly happy about that.
Today is a new day.
I had sat down to begin my work day while all three are at home playing in the living room. I hadn't been sitting long, maybe five to ten minutes, when our six year old son came running through our room to our bathroom, "Youngest is in our bathroom with the door shut and we don't know what she's doing, but I have to go to the bathroom real bad."
I got up and quickly got to the other bathroom and opened the door. There in front of me, stood Miss Independence holding her pants in her hand. "I can't get these back on," she said. I noticed she had on a pull-up (obviously, she got one out and put it on her self). "Where is your diaper?" I asked. "It's in the trash can," she replied. "Where did you go tee-tee?" "I tee-teed in the potty!" she said with excitement. I was excited for her and a bit confused considering yesterday's potty-training adventure.
I helped her get her pants back on and told her she needed to wash her hands. She got up on the stool in front of the sink and I turned the cold water on slightly so she could wash her hands. "That's the warm water," she said while rubbing the soap on her hands. "That's the cold water. The warm one is that one over there," I said. "Noooooo! That is the warm one and THAT is the cold one." She then followed me across the house to make sure I still understood she was right.
Sigh. It's still a slightly newer day.
I might add that before I could finish typing this up (in the ten minutes it took), I had heard some hard knocking, bouncing sounds coming from the living room. I went in there to see what it was. She was trying to play baseball with a foam bat and a real golfball.
The Energizer bunny wouldn't stand a chance against Miss Independence.
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I had one of those. She's 8 now. She insists on picking out her own clothes now. Sometimes she does a good job. Most of the time, not so much. But she is thrilled with how she looks, and I figure that's more important. good luck!
We have clothing battles with our middle one (oldest daughter), currently. She's having to learn that she can't always wear just knit pants or dresses and sometimes we want her clothes to match. It's more of a lesson in respecting authority, right now (she's four).
Glad to hear you've made/making it through.
Thanks for the comment.
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