I planned on attempting potty training with Jack again this summer. I envisioned days spent outdoors with Jack in a shirt and underwear, a little potty chair in the shade, and lots of hard work. I really never put any more thought into it than that. Last Thursday (a week and a day ago) Steph-B was here and Jack said something to her about the toilet. He’s done that before, and I’ve told her that he talks about the toilet, has even gone to it and opened it and pulled his pants down, but never actually wants to sit on it. If he makes it to the toilet with pants down I do make him sit a minute, but nothing happens except moaning on his part the entire time. But since he said toilet, she asked him a couple of times if he wanted to go sit, and he answered his usual ‘yes’, so I felt guilted into putting him on the toilet. The same thing happened. But then I realized that if we were gonna start working on him in the summer he should at least be used to having to sit on the toilet without fussing or nothing would be accomplished. The first time or two that I tried to train him I gave him every toy under the sun to play with while he was on the toilet, but none of them amused him there. The only thing he did the whole time he was on the little potty was moan and gripe about the potty guard. Well, I’m not gonna let him sit on there unguarded! That was non-negotiable. So Friday I got the little potty out again and put him on it with the iPad for him to play with, and let me tell you, that boy loves him some iPad! He’s now started asking to sit on the toilet, and has pooped 5 times in 8 days! Twice today! Wow! I think we may be on to something here.
I’ve been burned with him so much in the past that I really don’t have a clear idea of how long I think this will take. I’d like to think he’ll be done with daytime potty training by the end of this year, but that may be too much to ask. I’m just along for the ride.
Along those lines, I always have trouble figuring out how much he understands. He was standing near the kitchen table, I was at the stove cooking supper. I pointed and told him to pick up that piece of paper (8.5×11 and about 2′ away) off the floor and throw it in the trash. He walked all the way to the other end of the table, got a piece of paper off my desk, and started walking to me. Now, he’s carried out 3-step commands before, I know he could handle my request. But watching him I just immediately go to ‘he doesn’t understand’. I really don’t think it was lack of focus; I had to break this command down to tiny steps before he could/would comply. I try hard not to underestimate his abilities, but that boy is hard to read!
In other news, today in the truck out of the blue Max said I really need to learn how to set a booby trap. You know, the ones where two ropes go opposite directions and loop up to some hooks… Yeah, that’s what he really needs to learn :-) He’s such a fun boy!
Jack calls his therapist Steph-B instead of Stephie :-) Sometimes she’s Beff-B.
He’s recently changed Gicky Mouse to Mickey Mouse w/o any prodding on our part.
He has said Thank you two times, instead of Bank you.
Max wants to save his money for a real Ninja sword. He said with a real one he could cut a pig in half! I asked him if he’s seen many of them wandering around our neighborhood…and then said he shouldn’t just be cutting any ole pigs he finds in half, they likely belong to someone who would be upset that he killed them!
This is what I get when I’m working around the house:
I was flying in my X-wing fighter that could turn into a Z-5 Headhunter that has a hidden hydron torpedo and a rapid fire heavy duty machine gun that destroys silver in about two seconds and lazer wingtips that can destroy gold. And I picked up on my radar that Nebuchadnezzar was trying to fight the king so I put on my speed burst and got there as fast as lightening. And I shot those guys!!!
When I was planning our school year I thought briefly about the public school calendar, and then I forgot to follow through and get one so I could plan our off days to be the same as theirs. I like Max to be able to go out and play with his friends (Noah, Austin, Aidan and Jaxon) when they’re off. Mom and Papa told me they would come the week before last, and it turned out to be spring break so that worked out great!
The got here Monday afternoon after driving all day. We had such a relaxing visit the whole week…it was very enjoyable. Tj was bored, he didn’t enjoy sitting around talking with my parents, but at least they get along well.
I had a couple of small chores for Papa. Our bathroom light switch has stopped working well twice in the 5 years (!) we’ve been here so he replaced it with a higher-load switch. I also asked him to change our kitchen bathroom switch to operate the fan and light at the same time with either switch. Then I talked to mom about redoing some shelving in the pantry. I decided to just clean it out, and then Papa asked me what we were talking about and I asked him to add some shelving. Goober! He did such a great job, too! My pantry’s very organized now. He had some scrap shelving boards so he added two shelves in Tj’s shoe closet. Yay!
During our talking times I asked him how St. Amant Baptist got started. I’d thought they went to high school with Bro. Ronnie, but only Papa did. We talked about that for a while and then I asked him to tell me how he got saved. It was cool to hear that story again. I was glad to have Max hear it, too. Mom told her story and it was pretty much the same as mine! I didn’t remember that, and she didn’t remember that they were the same either. I asked Max to tell us his story too, but he was pretty nervous. When I told him he only had to say a couple of sentences he told about how when Tj came back from deployment he took Max to 5 Guys Burgers and asked him some questions (to confirm to us that he fully understood what he had done). If I haven’t written it before what Max has told me at least three times now is that one afternoon while Tj was deployed, Max and I had taken a nap. I left him in our bed sleeping. After he woke up but before he came out of the room he asked God to save him. So last week Max told the second half of his story, but not the first half.
Now that I’ve sat on this several days I guess I should give up on remembering any more that happened that week. :-)