This morning Owen asked if he could watch Veggie Tales, I said maybe and then he asked for a specific episode. He asked to watch “King George” and I said, “King George and the Ducky”. I wanted him to finish his breakfast first so I continued checking blogs and the weather. After several minutes he asked again…”Are you going to find King George and Kentucky?”
As mentioned in my blog, Owen and Ivan both slept over 12 hours last night. It must have been a good experience for him. Add that to the fact that he didn’t get a nap today and a complete personality change has come over our boy.
Owen normally whines and cries at bedtime. He does not want to go, he does not want to get his pajamas on, he does not want to be left in his room. Normally even on cooperative nights he cries as I leave his room. Tonight, however, was very different. Tonight as the sun went down he announced that it was dark and questioned whether it was bedtime. Tonight when it was bedtime I hinted at going upstairs and doing something and he questioned whether or not he could go to bed. I responded affirmatively and he said, “oh good, I love going to bed.” As he was getting ready for bed, he made the statement several more times and was happier than anything to be laid on his pillow and covered with his blanket.
I made Owen sit in time out for a minute or two because of a respect issue. His response was to whine a bit and say, “I want my daddy.”
I responded, “your daddy is at work…and he‘s in a meeting.”
He looked at me confused and said, “Who’s Andy?”
Up until last night when Owen had to go to the bathroom in the night he would cry pitifully in his bed until one of us heard him, stumbled to his room and carried him to the restroom. He was completely helpless while there too, his independence during the day was totally gone and he needed me to do everything from lifting him to the potty, to pulling his sleeves up and down to wash his hands.
Last night we turned a little corner and he actually got himself up and though he still attempted to come to me first, instead of straight to the restroom, he was up and awake enough to make a move. Somehow I heard him jump out of bed and though I didn’t know what was going on I figured I had better get up and find out if I was needed. Sure enough I met him in the hall as he was headed toward me saying “I gotta go potty!”. I quickly turned him around and followed him to the restroom. He still needed me to turn the light on in the bedroom next to the bathroom because the bathroom is dark but if I turn the light on in the bathroom it’s too bright. But he did everything else, even climbing up to wash his hands without me prompting him. The only thing he wanted was for me to carry him back to his bed. I was proud to do it this time. It’s so funny how such small things can make you feel like you’ve won a victory. I imagine that now he will feel much more confident to go potty at night and maybe before long I won’t even know it happened.
“1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10…I have 10 fingers!!!”
The discoveries continue…over and over again.