The idea has been on Ava's mind a lot too. The other day in the car I heard her talking to Max in the sing-songy voice she likes to use to get him to smile. She was saying,
"You-don't-know-what's-gonna-happen-in-Kindergarten! You-don't-know-what's-gonna-happen-in-Kindergarten!"
She says she is really excited and she can't wait, which is good. The only hold-up is, she openly dislikes things related to letters and numbers. I am slowly trying to acclimate her to the idea that there will be some letters and numbers in kindergarten. Like a lot.
We haven't been doing much of anything in particular though we did have the great opportunity last week to go up to my parents for Father's Day weekend and overlap visits with my brother Bret and his family and also with Mimi.
It was a good little trip. Short and sweet but really fun.
Luke finished up with his speech therapy this week. He has progressed amazingly. They re-did the assessments and in most areas he is now right on track. Except for one area which he still falls very much behind, at least by the assessments' standard.
His adaptive score was still really low because Dun, Dun, Dun....he's not potty trained.
I think it's time to start, but I'm a little scared. He wants nothing to do with the toilet. He is totally willing to sit on the potty unless there is the possibility that something might come out. He knows when he's gotta go, but no amount of talking about candy or any other nonsense can convince him. He just yells,
"Don't WANT to!"
My boy turns 3 next week! I've toyed with the idea of telling him for his birthday he gets to wear underwear, but something tells me he won't think that is much of a treat.
Oh well, I reassure myself that he won't go to college in diapers. I'm really not too worried about it. I'm in no rush to get that boy growed up. He is such a delightsome little creature I wouldn't mind him toddling along by my side, just the way he is, for the rest of our lives.
And as a parting thought, yesterday Ava asked me for some peanut butter on a spoon. As I handed over a probably-too-huge helping, she said with wide eyes and a smile on her face,
"That's the spirit, Mom!"
4 comments:
I've yet to potty train my boy, but from what friends have said boys can be a real pain. My sister would know! She just had her third baby and the oldest turned three in February. Guess what? She has three kids in diapers. Everyone has an opinion about the fact that Brayden, her oldest, isn't potty trained yet. But she's sticking to her guns that he isn't ready (two failed attempts have proven that...) and she intends to wait until Carter (her second) is ready to potty train and have them work together. Follow your motherly instincts on this one! I love the insights you share on your blog and I'm sure you'll help some moms with your experience when Luke decides it's time!
Oh my, I love this post. It's the nothings that I miss the most. That picture of Luke on Dan's shoulder is utterly perfect.
I'm not much into potty-training until they're so good and ready that it's going to happen in a day or two. Thus, only one of my children was potty-trained before age three--and it wasn't my boy. The rest trained shortly after their third birthday.
However, since they were ready--there was virtually no pain involved, very few accidents and for the most part, happy participants.
I bet Ava will love kindergarten - yes, there are a lot of numbers and letters, but it's all hidden in song and dance and groovy worksheets. Plus, the person asking her to do things with letters and numbers will be her kindergarten teacher - and who didn't LOVE their kindergarten teacher?
Neither of my boys were potty-trained until almost 3 1/2! And they had binkies at least that long. I'd hate to see what an assessment would have said about them! I'm with Kelly (who probably gave me the same advice - she was my toddler guru) diapers are way easier than accidents and much less stressful.
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