What A Sunday

Use your words, I said to Owen. He broke out into, “ahh ahh eww eee bop be baa” and on and on. He got me there. He pushed play on his video at the same time and the song he was playing was all sounds. I had to laugh. The squealing gets to me after a while. Plus, I want to encourage his vocabulary. Then, of course, there is the fine line of me asking him to do something and him using it as a teaching lesson for both of us. I want him to understand aggression is wrong and that we don’t hit people, especially when it pertains to getting our emotions out. Owen has to go through steps numerous times to understand them and process how to handle them. And of course, there are times he likes to push my buttons with them. He will walk up to me, poking me, saying, “don’t hit me”. Learning to tell which path we are on can be difficult and the difference between a meltdown and motivation. My excitement level has not waned for the fact that my child is potty trained. He declares, “gotta go potty”, running to the bathroom, taking his underwear of mid-run. I decided to start getting him dressed for church but wasn’t going to put his pants on him yet because he will take them off sometimes, even if I tell him we are going somewhere. I laid his pants on the back of the couch. This threw him into complete meltdown. His foot was pounding the floor, hand outstretched, and the anxious squealing at the top of his lungs started. That’s a rule and a rookie mistake. Nightshirts can go on the back of the couch and they are fine. Pants are a big no. I tried to tell him they were fine, he would be wearing them soon, but he ran across the room and took them to the laundry hamper. I’m still floating from our victories yesterday, knowing that my baby is growing every day. He woke asking for church and for me that is a victory in itself. Find your motivation, be inspired, and watch your world grow. Smiles to all and donut daze!