How do you measure progress? I have made a few adjustments in what I consider progress, especially in the case of Will and the potty. Have we made progress after a couple of weeks or so? Let's see, Will knows how to get all of the soap out of the dispenser when sneaking into the bathroom. I suppose that is some of progress. Will has gone through 2 1/2 boxes of Famous Amos cookies, more progress. As for the actual connection between feeling the need to visit the potty and actually recognizing that he needs to move to the potty is another thing. We always have to initiate the potty visits, which we try to do on a regular basis, but in a crazy household Will's pit stop can get overlooked. When he does visit the potty he absolutely, always, without exception, remembers that a cookie is forthcoming and if you happen to walk past the cookie jar without the congratulatory and ceremonial lifting of the jar lid you sure know about it.
So, in summation, we see that Will is capable of making a connection through the post-potty cookie. We also see that connections that bring pleasure are made rather quickly, whereas those connections that mean leaving the playing for a moment of hum-drum pooping or peeing are not as forthcoming. Yes, this is going to take time....but we will continue with our routine until further notice.
Will did get to try the skating thing over the weekend. He was thrilled to put on the skates, helmet and yahoo..the hockey jersey. He looked like any three year old might look on their first visit to the rink....wobbly, even with Mom and Dad's firm grip. One thing he didn't do was lose his enthusiasm. He never once got upset or exasperated. He kept trying to take steps on the ice until his legs got tired. We had him walk over to an ajoining rink to watch Mitchell's hockey practice and on the way there the little legs had given up. Mark and I looked down to notice that we were dragging him. Mark carried him over to watch the big boys....certainly that would give Will the incentive to keep trying.
I should also note that Will's size 8 skates were about two sizes too big for him, and he had to manouver an extra inch or so of skate with his little feet. I don't know if they make skates smaller than a size 8.
A little attitude
Tired legs
Labels: Family adventures
So, in summation, we see that Will is capable of making a connection through the post-potty cookie. We also see that connections that bring pleasure are made rather quickly, whereas those connections that mean leaving the playing for a moment of hum-drum pooping or peeing are not as forthcoming. Yes, this is going to take time....but we will continue with our routine until further notice.
Will did get to try the skating thing over the weekend. He was thrilled to put on the skates, helmet and yahoo..the hockey jersey. He looked like any three year old might look on their first visit to the rink....wobbly, even with Mom and Dad's firm grip. One thing he didn't do was lose his enthusiasm. He never once got upset or exasperated. He kept trying to take steps on the ice until his legs got tired. We had him walk over to an ajoining rink to watch Mitchell's hockey practice and on the way there the little legs had given up. Mark and I looked down to notice that we were dragging him. Mark carried him over to watch the big boys....certainly that would give Will the incentive to keep trying.
I should also note that Will's size 8 skates were about two sizes too big for him, and he had to manouver an extra inch or so of skate with his little feet. I don't know if they make skates smaller than a size 8.
A little attitude
Tired legs
Labels: Family adventures