We have been flying under the radar these days. Elliott was going through a nap/bedtime refusal period where he wouldn’t take a nap 3 out of 4 days. He would get up repeatedly from his bed and play with his toys, or run around the house. When I would try and put him back in, he would cry and scream and get out again. We fought like this for 2 weeks or so. I decided to talk with his daycare provider, who in turn spoke with Elliott. And I spoke with all of my friends with kids.
They all suggested the same thing. Once its time to go to bed–the child needs to stay there. No exceptions. So, we reestablished the rules of staying in bed (with the help of our daycare provider). Then, if he got out once, I took a stuffed animal away. If he got out again, I put him in his pack-n-play to sleep. Needless to say–he hated being confined to the pack-n-play and after a couple of days in there, he was back on schedule.
But, then on top of the nap strike– he wouldn’t go to bed without kicking and screaming, crying and fighting. He was sleep deprived and was getting up in the mornings around 5 or 5:30am. Elliott is the classic kid where sleep begets sleep–the more sleep he gets, the happier he is, and the longer he naps and sleeps in. If his naps get cut short, or we get out of our routine for to many days–he starts to wake early, nap short, and get very cranky.
We moved his bedtime to 8pm, reestablished the naps and the bedtimes solved themselves. During the sleepless weeks, hubby thought it would be a good time to kick the Pacifier habit as well. His logic was–as long as none of us were sleeping, we might as well bite the bullet and make the the change. The last time we tried to get rid of the paci–none of us slept and one of us was traumatized. This time it was an easy transition, and we haven’t looked back. There was hardly any talk of its absence. WooT! Three cheers for something good coming out of 2 weeks of struggle!
While both the hubby and I are careful planners with some things…others things we are more whimsical about. Deciding that NOW was the time to start potty training/learning was one of those whims for me. Let me explain–we have been practicing the potty for about 4 months. Sometimes he would use it while other times he declined. The challenge was that he would only pee standing up–which was a mess to say the least. Monday, after I picked him up from daycare I decided that we should start training him the next day. I put all the diapers away, moved the changing table mat to our bedroom in prep for baby #2, and repacked the diaper bags with pull ups and changes of clothes.
Tuesday morning we told Elliott what to expect, put a pull up on him, and set the timer for 35 minute intervals. We also went and bought a new potty chair because ours sucked. I LOVE the new chair because it is easy to clean, sturdy, and he actually will sit on this one. Elliott seams to like it because he can sit easily on it and not spray pee all over the place and he can empty to bowl into the big potty. So, we have established a sitting only rule for the potty–and have had great success these last 2 days. We have handed out many stickers and M and M’s, cleaned up a few messes from diaper free time and my back is killing me from leaning over and squatting in the bathroom. But, today he pooped in the potty for the first time; which I think took him by surprise because he looked totally shocked when he saw what was in the bowl. And he seemed kinda nervous about what had just happened. We also have taken him into public restrooms to pee yesterday and today and he seems fine with using public bathrooms. Although I am still learning the best way to handle his penis spraying pee all of the place…All and all I think we are well on our way.
Nothing new to report on the pregnancy front–32 week appointment was uneventful. Baby #2 is doing fine, he was head down yesterday as far as she could tell, his heart rate is normal. In 2 weeks I go back and if the midwife isn’t 100% certain of his position–she will do a quick ultrasound to confirm. I told her that I was certain he can still move around as sometimes he has the hiccups and I can feel them in my ribs and sometimes I feel them in my pelvis.