So today Ethan had to sit in the corner. It wasn't exactly the "naughty chair", but kind of the same thing. We were at Don and Gwen's house and Ethan was hitting me. Finally, I had enough and I told him "No, we do not hit people!", and I picked him up and plopped him in the corner of the room. He started bawling. After a very long moment, I told him that it was okay to get up and so he did and he ran to me and hugged me. WOW! I can't believe he sat there. But then, he hit me again and then he ran himself over to the corner and sat back down. LOL! We were all trying hard not to laugh!
Yesterday was his third day of school and I got my second call that Ethan has hurt himself. He fell and started bleeding from the mouth. And he still hasn't slept at school. The teachers told me that he is the only kid that won't sleep at naptime and that he was walking around like a zombie all day because he was so tired. I feel so bad. I switched him back to one nap a day today hoping that will help get him on their schedule.
New things: Today, Ethan touched my nose and said "no". Also, we were looking at one of his favorite books and after much coaching, I told him to touch the duck, and he did, and then the horse and bird and he touched them as well. Good job, Ethan! However, when we turned the page, he did not touch the same animals. Maybe next time! He now has the tip of his LR canine in. So far, he has all of his incisors, one molar (T) and the tip of that canine. And he still has his bad cold from school. :(
What Ethan loves today: the Roomba, oh my gosh it is driving me crazy, eating (after days of not eating with his cold, he has really chowed down today), grapes and sweet potato puffs, trying to pet Mani, and pointing at the air when he hears an airplane.
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Bleeding from the mouth?? WHAT?! Did they mean he cut his lip or something?
I PROMISE you it does get better - for you AND for him. Stick with it for a while and if you're still not happy, try a different school. Although it's hard hard hard, take him to his room, put his stuff up, tell him to have fun playing with his friends and that you will be back in the afternoon to take him home, kiss and squeeze him once, and LEAVE the room (after you quickly pry him from your legs). This will (eventually) show him that even though he cries, he doesn't get his way - so important on so many levels. Once he does get into the routine, fully expect him to start doing the exact same thing again at some point. Eli usually cries when I take him to school. And when we left him at Club Carnival on the cruise, he pitched the BIGGEST fits we have ever seen! But within 30 seconds, he was fine and playing.
As for Ethan being a brute, Eli went through that too. He thought it was funny to plumot onto other children. He was playing. The other kids didn't think it was so funny. Eli still has NO FEAR. He'll jump from a swing while we're pushing him. (He landed on his feet the first time, but was much more careful after he landed on his face the third time.) It's hard the first few times when you know they're going to wind up being hurt, but I have finally learned to "warn" Eli that something he's about to do may not be the best decision for him to make and that he may get hurt, but let him try it. (More often than not, I'm surprised that he DIDN'T get hurt.) Given, I'm not going to allow him to ride his tricycle down a 90 degree hill, but as long as there's grass at the bottom of a 20 degree hill, I'll warn him and let him make the decision. For about two months I felt like Eli constantly had scrapes and bruises and wondered who was going to call DFACS on me. But now, you can literally see him assess a situation himself before he does something. And when he hears me "warn" him, he'll at least do a double-take, and may not do it at all. Plus, when he does fall and scrape his knee (yesterday he fell in the driveway), he got up and brushed off his knee, walked calmly to me and said "booboo." It was actually a pretty nasty scrape and I couldn't believe he wasn't crying. I brought him in and cleaned and dressed his knee and off he went again. I smiled to myself and thought "good job, mommy." The little rewards of being a mom and seeing the benefits of a hard battle mean so much.
So, moral of the story is hang in there. Ethan will be a happier child in the end.
Smooches!
:o)
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