

Week ending January 28, 2007: This week I started Alex back on the potty training. After he had an accident on Christmas Eve (when we were so tired from the continuing illnesses) I temporarily gave up on training in the hopes that later life would be easier and we’d have more energy to dedicate to potty training. So last week I started warning Alex that we were going to stop using diapers. On Monday I put him in underpants instead of diapers. He wanted diapers (he doesn’t like change). The previous attempt to potty train him failed miserably (he pooped in his underpants 3 times in one week) because he violently resists being pushed into anything, so I tried letting him decide when he needed to sit on the potty. By 9am Monday morning, he’d had an accident. So I tried asking him to sit on the potty every 3-4 hours, but not making him sit. I just ask, and ask, and ask, and eventually he decides that he will do it. At first it took 15-20 min of cajoling each time I needed him to sit on the potty. Now we’ve got it down to about 5 min of cajoling. It is not an ideal situation, but it feels like progress. Chloe’s been a bit of a bear this week. Her good temper seems directly linked to how much sleep she gets, and this week she’s been getting up early almost every day. One day this week she had a ½ hour crying jag because she wanted new princess costumes (she already has 4), and another day she had a 20 min crying jag because she didn’t want to wipe herself. She spent weeks demanding that as long as she’d only peed, she could wipe herself and I wasn’t to do it for her. Then this week she decided that if she didn’t wipe herself, she wouldn’t have to wash her hands, so she didn’t want to wipe herself anymore. While she was having the crying jag I started out thinking “she’ll change her mind, I just need to leave her alone until she decides that it is easier to just wipe herself”. Then a few minutes went by and I changed my mind and decided that I should help her see the logic that crying alone in the bathroom was making her unhappy and wiping herself and washing her hands would make her happy and would be easy to do. She wasn’t having any of it and told me to “go away”, and then the crying escalated into screaming and choking sobs. Every few minutes I’d feel bad for her and try to re-explain, calmly, adding that Mommy had lots of jobs like cooking and laundry, and that wiping was Chloe’s job. I tried telling her to take a deep breath and blow like she was blowing bubbles (I read that calms kids down), and then she’d calm down long enough to tell me that she didn’t want to wipe, and I’d explain my side of the situation again, and she’d start screaming again. Eventually one of my explanations seemed to work, she wiped herself, and she hasn’t had any “fits” since. Well, I typed so much about the crummy stuff this week, there isn’t much room left for the good stuff. Chloe’s cute phrase of the week was when she wanted to go to the mall and Daddy said we had to go home. She patted Daddy’s arm and said “It’s ok, Dad, we’ll drop you at home and you can work on the house and I’ll go the mall.”



































