Potty training
As you know if you have been reading I have a three year old son. He will be 3 1/2 on Sunday. We are working on eliminating the diaper. This has been a very slow process. He enjoys standing up like Daddy and peeing but he just doesn't know how to tell you he has to go. He is good at announcing that he has "Peed" or "poopped" but just not in the toilet. Now our consistency has not paid off like I felt it should have. He is a very strong willed child he has tatrums like you would not believe. He has no fear of anybody or anything at this point. We no longer take him to the store with us because he can turn on us in a moments notice. It is not so bad for us as I think it is for other people and heaven forbid if he was to get a swat on his butt for his mouthiness some feel as if we are abusing him.
One day my husband and I decided to walk through town like we occasionally do. Instead of making KC ride in the stroller the whole way downtown then through it we decide it would be best to drive the two minutes there and then walk through town. Things were going as planned until about 10 minutes later when we stopped in a store to browse. KC wanted out of the stroller to walk around. I felt this was reasonable since there was nothing he could really break and he would stretch his legs. Everything went fine for about five minutes then someone hit the banji button. KC felt the need to run and climb. Even with warnings he dialed up the speed so I scooped him up and put him back in the stroller to his disgust all awhile avoiding his kicking feet and wild hands. I remove him promptly from the store since his Dad was now engrossed with the salesman I felt different stimulus would calm him. OH NO! As I found a bench about two feet from a very busy road he continued to scream and kick. On this particular sunny day in downtown Traverse City it was bustling with many people all of which were looking our way now. I was doing my very best to ignore the now crowd stopper putting on a side show for all those who would listen. Then it happened, I was approached by an older woman telling me how to calm my child she insisted that I pick him up and hold him because he has been in there to long. What? "Five minutes is too long I do not think so and I am not getting kicked'. With a look of horror she walked away ...No she did not here she comes back to announce that I should take him out now he just needs some love and a nap. "I will not two feet from a busy street and it is 10 o'clock in the morning and he just got up at 0830". She turned looking around for support from the curious onlookers, no takers. She marched off in a huff. Now I was ready to kick and scream how dare someone even have the guts to say that to someone. I signaled to his dad we need to go. KC was winding down now and only a occasional forced cry would emit from him. I was so disgusted with the unsolicited advice I had to leave downtown before another person felt compelled to tell me how to raise my child. I thought that was rarity in a person until two days later.
The reason we do not take KC shopping anymore. We were grocery shopping and all was well until just at the end. KC will not ride in shopping carts anymore so he had been following me around the store. He was very good until we were approaching the checkout then it happened again. "Banji button". He took off running through the store with his dad closely behind, a thirty pound three year can round corners much quicker then a three hundred pound 6ft man so as long as he kept turning he was ahead but curiosity slowed the three year long enough for the now enraged 33 year old who seized the opportunity to scoop him up and take him to the van as he kicked and screamed. "My whose child could that be". I checked out in peace and quiet unaware that in the parking lot a scene reminiscent of two days ago was about to unfold. I walked outside to see a older lady with her head in the passenger side and the look of horror on my husbands face. I can hear the familiar screaming that I have come accustomed to. For just a brief moment (okay I admit a little more then brief) I envisioned my shopping cart rammed up that ladies butt. I quickly shook the image in time to hear her say" he needs to held and loved and maybe a nap" . I dismissed her very quickly because I really do not want assault charges and she was pissing me off. KC stopped crying as soon as soon as the groceries were loaded and my door shut. Twice in one week unsolicited advice from what I am sure was well meaning citizens. We choose not to spank our child in public because of the oversensitive people that live in this town. We choose the politically correct way and remove KC from the place and ignore his rantings. He did try this in Grand Rapids Meijers once and only once. I removed him from the stroller he was having his fit in spanked him right there in the store(now remind you I spanked not beated him) and he stopped immediately. Lo and behold not one person approached me with unsolicited advice matter of fact I saw a couple nods of a approval. The trials and tribulations of a three yearold, will this year ever end?
One day my husband and I decided to walk through town like we occasionally do. Instead of making KC ride in the stroller the whole way downtown then through it we decide it would be best to drive the two minutes there and then walk through town. Things were going as planned until about 10 minutes later when we stopped in a store to browse. KC wanted out of the stroller to walk around. I felt this was reasonable since there was nothing he could really break and he would stretch his legs. Everything went fine for about five minutes then someone hit the banji button. KC felt the need to run and climb. Even with warnings he dialed up the speed so I scooped him up and put him back in the stroller to his disgust all awhile avoiding his kicking feet and wild hands. I remove him promptly from the store since his Dad was now engrossed with the salesman I felt different stimulus would calm him. OH NO! As I found a bench about two feet from a very busy road he continued to scream and kick. On this particular sunny day in downtown Traverse City it was bustling with many people all of which were looking our way now. I was doing my very best to ignore the now crowd stopper putting on a side show for all those who would listen. Then it happened, I was approached by an older woman telling me how to calm my child she insisted that I pick him up and hold him because he has been in there to long. What? "Five minutes is too long I do not think so and I am not getting kicked'. With a look of horror she walked away ...No she did not here she comes back to announce that I should take him out now he just needs some love and a nap. "I will not two feet from a busy street and it is 10 o'clock in the morning and he just got up at 0830". She turned looking around for support from the curious onlookers, no takers. She marched off in a huff. Now I was ready to kick and scream how dare someone even have the guts to say that to someone. I signaled to his dad we need to go. KC was winding down now and only a occasional forced cry would emit from him. I was so disgusted with the unsolicited advice I had to leave downtown before another person felt compelled to tell me how to raise my child. I thought that was rarity in a person until two days later.
The reason we do not take KC shopping anymore. We were grocery shopping and all was well until just at the end. KC will not ride in shopping carts anymore so he had been following me around the store. He was very good until we were approaching the checkout then it happened again. "Banji button". He took off running through the store with his dad closely behind, a thirty pound three year can round corners much quicker then a three hundred pound 6ft man so as long as he kept turning he was ahead but curiosity slowed the three year long enough for the now enraged 33 year old who seized the opportunity to scoop him up and take him to the van as he kicked and screamed. "My whose child could that be". I checked out in peace and quiet unaware that in the parking lot a scene reminiscent of two days ago was about to unfold. I walked outside to see a older lady with her head in the passenger side and the look of horror on my husbands face. I can hear the familiar screaming that I have come accustomed to. For just a brief moment (okay I admit a little more then brief) I envisioned my shopping cart rammed up that ladies butt. I quickly shook the image in time to hear her say" he needs to held and loved and maybe a nap" . I dismissed her very quickly because I really do not want assault charges and she was pissing me off. KC stopped crying as soon as soon as the groceries were loaded and my door shut. Twice in one week unsolicited advice from what I am sure was well meaning citizens. We choose not to spank our child in public because of the oversensitive people that live in this town. We choose the politically correct way and remove KC from the place and ignore his rantings. He did try this in Grand Rapids Meijers once and only once. I removed him from the stroller he was having his fit in spanked him right there in the store(now remind you I spanked not beated him) and he stopped immediately. Lo and behold not one person approached me with unsolicited advice matter of fact I saw a couple nods of a approval. The trials and tribulations of a three yearold, will this year ever end?
posted by Kimberly | 7:05 AM
1 Comments:
Don't worry it's not your guy's parenting skills.
He needs a label and some medication due to his chemical imbalance.
mmmm will the cycle of dysfunction and narcissicism ever end?
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