Life is always a good mix of the difficult and the easy, the good, the bad, and the poopy diapers. Transition, it seems, just magnifies both the highs and the lows.
Athan was in time-out twice before breakfast, and he and I had to miss Sunday School AND be late for church because I had so much resistance from him at every step. Ugh.
Then, this afternoon, he voluntarily (and unprompted) sat on the potty and did his biz-ness, and got to wear Thomas The Train underwear for an hour as a reward.
Major meltdowns followed by major milestones. Intense ups and downs.
I'm tired and smiley and teary and....
1 comment:
Wow. Sounds like a trying and triumphant day. My first thought, though, was, "Man, I gotta get me some of those Thomas the Train underwear."
Missing you all.
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