Jeran

It's a week later, and I have graduated from pleading with God to accepting my life with Jeran as it is and praying for solutions. He is NOT, by any means, a horrible child. Simply strong-willed and challenging. What I find I become most frustrated with is his disobedience and his tantrums. Rather than constructing a really solid discipline plan I have spiraled further and further into threats, yelling, and other generally unacceptable parenting that would have the SuperNanny at my door should I care to let it continue. Which I do not. I have VERY low mommy self-esteem for letting this happen. So.....my research begins for methods that will really work for him. Time outs are ok, but they clearly don't get the message across 100% since we see so many recurring bad behaviors. Spanking is reserved for more serious offenses, not on a regular basis. I heard a GREAT talk by Kevin Leman, a Christian psychologist, author, etc. last year, and James and I thought his book Have a New Kid by Friday was IT for Jeran. But it turns out it's just not concrete enough for me to follow. I need specifics, examples, instructions, etc. That's just the way I operate. So.....I'm adding a few books to my list based on recent (and past) recommendations from friends, doctor, etc. 1,2,3 Magic is one and Creative Correction is the other. The latter has been on my reading list for awhile but I've just never gotten around to it. Well I'm ready to try now!!
In better JJ news, I think we've got potty training licked (hmmm..poor choice of phrase to link with potty training). Over the weekend he started telling us when he needed to go (more often it was actually him saying, "uh-oh!" and racing to the bathroom, but heck we took it!). At this point he hasn't had an accident since Saturday and both #1 AND #2 (there have GOT to be better ways to reference these things) are under control. Nighttime is a different story, but I'm not even sweating it. I am just ecstatic that he's stepping it up and following through on this. Along with the potty training have come other marks of independence with him. More often than not lately the catch-phrase around our house is "I'll do it myself, Mom". You name it, HE wants to do it. This has been another test of my patience as the sinks are smeared with blue toothpaste, cereal strewn across the floors, juice flooding sippy cups....and the list goes on. I am trying to take a step back and a) release my anal-retentiveness enough to let him try and exert this independence and gain confidence in doing things for himself and b) not cry when I realize how big he's getting and how soon he'll be outside my realm of influence. (James would argue that 18 years old is not "soon" but I beg to differ.) Of course, some of the things in which we would LIKE him to get more independent (minor problem-solving, getting dressed, etc.) he's a little more reluctant to keep trying, but it is what it is.
Jeran's awareness of holidays has been one of the more fun sides of his third year. He's been trick-or-treating around our house since November 1st, asking with each new snowfall if it's Christmas again, and now keeps wondering aloud if it's "Valentine's". I attempted last week to make our first set of valentines to send/give to family and friends; we even bought some new paint and stickers, but between my procrastination and his will they never got accomplished. Maybe next year. We did, however, attend a kickin' Valentine's Day party last Friday (Jeran's recollection today: "It was Valentine's at Lilia's house! There were lots of cookies!") and enjoyed a really peaceful, laid-back day of love as an extended family with my parents visiting us on Saturday.
I was reminded with all the love talk of the past week of God's take on the whole topic in 1 Corinthians 13 and feel challenged anew by it as I scrutinize my own love toward others. Do I truly reflect love as God has created it to be? I know that I have been showered with more love in my life than I know what to do with, and that is an incredible blessing. With the stresses of mothering, wifeing (it's not a word but it should be), an unknown future, finances (or lack thereof) I do feel incredibly blessed in my life, above all, for the love that God has so freely given me. I know I have a lot of work to do even within my own home to more gratefully shower that on all my boys, not to mention out in the world at large.
For today I close with a house at peace and a heart pretty nearly so as well.

Lord, help me

Help me, help me, help me. I do not understand my oldest child and do not know how to help him. I'm SO tired of yelling and being this mother that I hate being to him. Just....help me.

Potty training, take 2

Yesterday began our second round in the potty training boxing ring. And it really does feel like a battle. This time around we as the parents are much more determined which I hope will make this stick. Basically it has come down to the fact that we've had it with still changing "diapers" on an almost-four-year-old. So we cut him off. During the day our tactic is underwear only or, if we're sticking around home, total bottom nudity. Good thing the weather and temperatures are on an upswing right now. We're starting where we left off back in October, basically. JJ is extremely reluctant to use the potty, so it's a little bit of a battle (not without its briberies) to get him to go. He's had many successful peeing moments, and a few times has even told us when he's had to go. He also did his first...ahem, how to put this delicately?....#2 job today which we were all ecstatic about. Exclamations and dances of joy abounded around this event. With that said (and at the risk of sounding like a pessimist) , for all the moments of success we have experienced, there seem to have been an equal number of accidents. We really have to keep on top of him to use it, so once again we're in that place where our entire world seems to revolve around the john. Fabulous. But it feels good to be doing something that we feel is right for Jeran at this time. Although he still is not taking initiative, it just seems wrong to us that he'll be 4 in a month and still perfectly content to be soiling himself day in and day out.
And so another week begins....

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I think I am finally kicking the winter doldrums in the rear. It helps that the calendar has turned to February which, to me, means we've at least made it halfway through the season of snow (however, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't upsetting that that dumb groundhog saw his shadow). I have come to terms with the fact that I'm just not really a stay at home stay-at-home mom. I like to get out and about, even if it's someplace simple like meeting friends at a McDonald's playland (thanks, Steph!) or IKEA (thanks, Kris and Jo!) or even their homes. Even a doctor's visit or quick trip to Target can suffice in a pinch. It can be challenging getting the boys appropriately bundled up and out of the house, and a lot of days that's the point when I realize my energy level is waning, but I push through and we end up having a good time out of the house. Jeran is getting almost too-used to these daily excursions. Pretty much every morning after breakfast he'll say, "Where are we going today, Mom?",and he has a hard time coping if I tell him we're staying in (I read you, little man).

The quest for part-time employment continues. I have a babysitting gig on Thursdays, usually, for a two-year-old. He is also wildly into trains, which means that he and Jeran became fast friends (and enemies... those trains can really tear two people apart). The boys and I watch him at his house which is actually just fine with me because we get out of our own house for a day. This month on Tuesdays I am also helping out a friend from church with her daycare. She had her third child at the end of November and just added newborn twins to her workload as well. So besides her own three, she has her niece (almost 2), an 18-month-old, and newborn twins. Zoiks! So while she gets into the groove of all this madness I'm giving her two extra hands (and, unfortunately, two extra kids in her house) on one of the days they are there. Last week was the first day, and most of the day was surprisingly manageable. It helped that Jeran was at Little Lambs in the morning, her daughter was at preschool in the afternoon, and the twins slept ALOT. The last hour or so was when chaos reigned. It seemed like all the babies (there are 4 who are one year and under) lost it all at once, so two adults was not even enough. Anyway, it's a win-win situation because she gets some help (which I am happy to offer), and I get paid. VERY helpful right now. I have also put my name on the sub list where I used to teach. My fabulous friends who always watched the boys before have agreed to take a MAJOR pay-cut so that we can all make a little extra cash. I'm really excited about it and hope to get some calls soon! It will be great to be around my old TCS crew a bit without having the stress of the planning/grading/committees, etc. I just get to show up and teach. Pretty sweet.

I become decreasingly enchanted with home ownership these days. Last week our water heater pilot light started going out on us. We just got a new one put in 4 or 5 years ago but have been told that our water is so bad here that it's quite possible corrosion will make it necessary to replace the whole thing already. Just great. The alternative is to replace the one part that's probably in the worst shape, and even then we're still looking at a $150 service call and a $50 replacement part. Great. For now we've been surviving with just relighting the pilot once or twice a day. Admittedly, I don't know how safe this actually is. This same week the dryer decided to go on strike and quit drying clothes. The thing would run but not get hot at all. Again we were faced with several choices about how to approach this dilemma. We were reluctant to spend any money on a service call, and James could possibly have fixed the problem himself, but still an expense and time-consuming. In the end, James's parents told us they had an extra dryer at home (they are VERY resourceful people in situations like this), and Dad L. was willing to meet us halfway last weekend to get it to us. For three hours of our time, a half tank of gas, and some lunch we ended up with a like-new dryer, so it seems like a good deal to us. Plus we enjoy family time altogether, even if it's in the car. We're lucky to have pretty good travelers in our kids which can make this so. And as if all this wasn't enough, last night I carelessly allowed a stray article of clothing to fall into the drain sink by our washing machine and clog it up, thereby flooding our entire laundry area and partially the garage when I failed to notice that the sink was overflowing. To make a long story short, that was a GROSS clean-up project.

With all of my griping about household issues, though, I realize how very blessed I am to be able to afford to keep my house in this day and age, and with it being so cold, to have a wonderful shelter like this is a huge blessing. So I'll just shut up now.

What's going on with the kids these days? Well, we're gearing up to give potty training another go. Lately, I've been trying the "when you're 4 you are DONE with Pull-Ups" and "you can't go to school until you're able to use the potty all the time" tactics. I don't know if either is making a dent, but I do know that James and I are SO done with changing two diapers. It's getting ridiculous. So one day in the VERY near future (I don't think I can hang in there until the 4th birthday) we're just going to play hard ball and cut him off. A wise course of action? Who knows? We'll just wait and see. Speaking of potty...Jeran has arrived at that wonderful age when words like "poop" and "butt" are just hilarious. Fabulous. I'm telling you, between the potty talk and bodily functions around here I'm feeling the need for a girl more than ever. However, J.J. is getting more and more helpful around the house and much more independent as far as wanting to do things himself. This makes for a bittersweet chapter in my book as a mom.

Ben's big accomplishment lately is drinking more frequently from a cup rather than just the bottle. He still gets a bottle a couple of times a day, especially first thing in the morning when we're not QUITE ready for him to get up yet. He is also getting into absolutely EVERYTHING. For an army crawler who only walks hanging onto objects around the house, he is FAST. But such a ham and still so much fun.

Pregnancy #3 is coming along. I think I'm around 25 weeks at this point. My brain cell depletion has infinitely increased with this baby. It's so sad how with the first child you know exactly how far along you are at any given moment (I'm 24 weeks and 3 days!) and with each subsequent child it's a little more vague. I am more addicted than ever to junk food which I know is just selfish and wrong of me to indulge in and yet I don't seem to have much willpower in this area. Some days I'm really tempted to look in that envelope and end the mystery of this baby's gender, but then I picture that moment when he/she is finally here, and after all that work I get to REALLY meet my child, and then the tempation fades. Here is a preggo pic for your viewing pleasure. It's not one of my finer photographic moments, but it gives you a visual for how things are progressing.