Getting better, getting worse
Not having anything to compare it to, potty training seems to be going well. Slow, but well. Trey knows exactly what to do.
He knows that when he wakes up in the morning or from his nap, and after every meal we go "date to a potty" (straight to the potty). And after meals the pee is named after whatever we just ate - toast pee, cucumber pee, etc. That seems to keep things lighthearted.
Trey insists on using the big potty, which is fine. He has to watch the entire flush. He still adamantly refuses to go number two on the potty. Not sure how to break through on that one. And he loves wearing pull-ups.
Tuesday of last week, as of 11AM he had gone to the potty several times and hadn't wetted once in his pull-up. That was pretty nice.
So we are taking it very slowly - probably not the best way to go, but whatever. Sometimes I forget to offer the potty, sometimes we're too busy to bother with it. Again, probably not how it's supposed to be done. But he likes what we're doing now.
What is not getting better are the tantrums. Oh, the tantrums. At least with me, Trey has now turned to physical violence. If I pick him up to remove him from a disobedient situation, he thrashes and swings and kicks, and does whatever he can manage to do to my head. I've had scratches across my face and neck, he has pulled my hair until I thought it might come out, he has hit me, and worst of all, he will yank my glasses off and throw them down.
This makes me very angry. And I know you're not supposed to discipline out of anger or while you're still angry, so I don't know what to do.
That he is hitting and being violent is only part of it. I'm just waiting for the day when he breaks my glasses. This is a big deal to me, because I have to wear glasses. I know, you're thinking, duh. But the thing is that I have to wear glasses. Contacts are not an option for me.
I wore contacts for a long time, through the end of high school all the way through college and my first few years of working. But one day in October of 2005 I started seeing double. Scared me to death. I went to the eye doctor, and all of a sudden something had happened to my vision that contacts could not correct. So from that moment on, I wear glasses.
Glasses are not cheap, especially with the special prescription I have. My current pair cost $300. I know money is trivial in the grand scheme of things, but having to drop another $300 because of my toddler's tantrum would about send me over the edge.
Anyway, there is my rant for the day. I don't know what to do. And I really don't know what to do when, about a second and a half after Trey's "consequences" for disobeying, he stops crying and says, "I cry." There is a disconnect somewhere. I hope he starts to understand soon.
He knows that when he wakes up in the morning or from his nap, and after every meal we go "date to a potty" (straight to the potty). And after meals the pee is named after whatever we just ate - toast pee, cucumber pee, etc. That seems to keep things lighthearted.
Trey insists on using the big potty, which is fine. He has to watch the entire flush. He still adamantly refuses to go number two on the potty. Not sure how to break through on that one. And he loves wearing pull-ups.
Tuesday of last week, as of 11AM he had gone to the potty several times and hadn't wetted once in his pull-up. That was pretty nice.
So we are taking it very slowly - probably not the best way to go, but whatever. Sometimes I forget to offer the potty, sometimes we're too busy to bother with it. Again, probably not how it's supposed to be done. But he likes what we're doing now.
What is not getting better are the tantrums. Oh, the tantrums. At least with me, Trey has now turned to physical violence. If I pick him up to remove him from a disobedient situation, he thrashes and swings and kicks, and does whatever he can manage to do to my head. I've had scratches across my face and neck, he has pulled my hair until I thought it might come out, he has hit me, and worst of all, he will yank my glasses off and throw them down.
This makes me very angry. And I know you're not supposed to discipline out of anger or while you're still angry, so I don't know what to do.
That he is hitting and being violent is only part of it. I'm just waiting for the day when he breaks my glasses. This is a big deal to me, because I have to wear glasses. I know, you're thinking, duh. But the thing is that I have to wear glasses. Contacts are not an option for me.
I wore contacts for a long time, through the end of high school all the way through college and my first few years of working. But one day in October of 2005 I started seeing double. Scared me to death. I went to the eye doctor, and all of a sudden something had happened to my vision that contacts could not correct. So from that moment on, I wear glasses.
Glasses are not cheap, especially with the special prescription I have. My current pair cost $300. I know money is trivial in the grand scheme of things, but having to drop another $300 because of my toddler's tantrum would about send me over the edge.
Anyway, there is my rant for the day. I don't know what to do. And I really don't know what to do when, about a second and a half after Trey's "consequences" for disobeying, he stops crying and says, "I cry." There is a disconnect somewhere. I hope he starts to understand soon.
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