So this post is all about Jonas. What he's up to and everything that you might want (or not want) to know about him.
We've decided to potty train him again. Oh, did I mention we quit a few months ago? He was fighting me and kicking and screaming every time I took him potty, so I canned it. However this time, he's earning something pretty big. I wasn't planning on doing it, it just kind of happened. Our neighbors, when they come over for me to babysit, bring their bikes so they can have fun outside. The 2 year old has a strider bike, aka a balance bike with no pedals. Jonas LOVES it! So Truman is nice and he shares. Well, Jonas said he wanted a bike. And I'm not the type of parent that is going to give him whatever he wants, so last night I said we would buy him a bike if he goes potty in the toilet, wears big boy underwear and keeps it dry. He said he would do it. We printed off a picture of the bike, I filled the page around the picture with squares so he can put stickers in the squares. And when all the squares are filled with stickers we will buy him a bike. If this doesn't work, then I'm giving up. He can wear diapers till he's 7. Ha ha :) I won't deal with it anymore.
EDITED VERSION - no joke, right after I published this (before this edited version) I went to check on him and he had peed all over the carpet and in his underwear and he didn't care. I told him no bike and he's ok with that. He wanted his diaper back on. If a bike can't motivate him to pee in the toilet, nothing can. He'll just be in diapers until he realizes he doesn't want to be a baby anymore. He's so stubborn! This is a battle I'm losing. Oh well, whatever.
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There's this field right in our subdivision with a bunch of weeds. They will eventually build houses there, but we took pictures there for fun. Mainly fun for me, but Jonas loved exploring. |
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I totally didn't mean to focus on the weeds in this pic but they were blowing and my camera focused on them right as I pushed the button. But I like how it turned out. Yay for mistakes, right? |
But he does have his sweet moments. If I can get him to take a nap (which is rough in and of itself) then he's so much better and so cute and so sweet! He won't nap in his bed. If I do lay him in his bed he'll just talk the entire time (up to an hour and a half) and play in his bed. That's why I try to lay him in my bed, or the couch and hopefully he'll fall asleep there.
When he does nap, he's so cute! He helps out and talks in sentences and acts like a 3 year old. I love being with him when he's well rested. I love being his mom, but life is just rough for him right now and I wish I knew exactly why. I'm sure not having all the attention on him all the time is part of it, but I feel like there is more, I just don't know what it is. Oh well. Until I figure it out (or not), I'll keep on loving him and doing what I'm doing. He's my sweetheart - I tell him that all the time.
Everyone I have talked to have said 3 is the worst age. I agree completely. I have the same motto as you.. I'm the mom. I'm the boss!
ReplyDeleteHe's grandma's sweetheart too! I love him to pieces! Lucky me...I get to send him home to have his tantrums ;)
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