He Wants Money

While Jack has no concept of monetary worth and is a bit shaky on his math skills these days, he is still motivated by money. I discovered this a couple of years ago when we were working on potty training. Well, ‘potty training’ isn’t the right term really – he knew exactly what to do and didn’t need training, he just didn’t want to do it. Stickers, candy, etc. were not good enough incentives for him. The thing that finally worked was $$MONEY$$. Every time he used the toilet I gave him some coins to put in a clear bucket. At the time he responded with wide eyes and asked, “I can buy ANY toy I want???”

Sure, honey, just keep saving those nickels.

More recently we’ve been trying to help Jack with his memory. He tended to forget things before cancer came into the picture, and ‘chemo brain’ is certainly not helping his recall. He’s terrible at remembering kids’ names and can’t for the life of him remember what he did during the day. Half the time he’ll make up some story about monsters or aliens on the playground to cover up his shoddy memory.

It’s a good thing Forgetful Jones isn’t around on PBS anymore, otherwise he’d have that nickname like I did! Someday I’ll have to apologize to him for passing on this sad trait of mine (if I remember).

When Jack came home from his first day of school and actually told us all about it (first time ever!) we were super excited. We immediately decided to encourage this behavior. Thanks to their ready availability at the clinic, Jack is no longer interested in stickers in the least and he already gets chocolate following his regular doses of antibiotics…hence, we offered him money if he remembered the name of his projects partner at school the following day.

Upon hearing “Gabriel who is a boy” announced, Jack was handed a dollar. Yesterday he came home and told me about Toni, and also about a kid from Room 1 that he’s decided is his enemy (the kid tried to get Jack to say “underwear” in a knock knock joke – Jack is much too proper for those shenanigans). When David asked if maybe he wanted a treat, Jack said yes and drew a rectangle shape with his fingers to indicate he wanted a dollar. We cracked up and handed it over.

I’ve given Jack his first wallet so he can stash his cash. He’s up to $3 so far. I believe he plans to use his money to buy monster berries in his favorite iPad game Monster Pet Shop (which involves breeding, raising, and selling monster pets – we’re actually both addicted – be our FRIEND!). I would be encouraging him to save it for college but I think we might have an entrepreneur on our hands!

Letting Go

Today is Jack’s last day in daycare.  He’s been with G for over two years (a miracle when you think back to all the daycare dramas early on in his life) and made some awesome little friends there.  G’s house is basically Jack’s third house – there were many weeks there where he spent just as much time there as he did at my house or his dad’s.  G feeds him and teaches him and celebrates his victories and birthdays.  Jack was potty trained there before he was at home!

In the last 2+ years, G has taken only ONE unscheduled day off – for Jury Duty.  One day, you guys!  She is simply amazing.

I’m having a hard time walking away from this lady.  She is one of the most reliable, dependable, trustworthy, and caring people I have ever known – it has been a BLESSING to be able to put Jack in her care.

I don’t think it’s hit Jack yet.  He knows today is his last day and that he’ll have a goodbye party, but all he could say was that he was hoping for presents.  😛  We tried to tell him this isn’t the kind of thing you get presents for.  In any case, he starts school Monday and I’m guessing somewhere in that week he’ll really start to miss G.  I know I will!

I had a difficult time coming up with a gift that conveyed how much we love G.  What we ended up with was this poem made into an artful poster by Etsy artist MySoulShines and matted/framed:

They Will Remember

by Eileen Koscho

I take care of your children.
I love them.
I teach them.
I clean them, and I feed them.
And when nighttime comes,
my heart worries about them
I take care of your children.
I see their first steps.
I hear their first words.
I share their happiness, and
I feel their hurts.
I take care of your children,
as if they were my own.
And when they are grown, and
no longer need me,
My love will be a part of them
deep within the heart of them.
They will know that I was there for them unconditionally.
And they will remember!

 

This morning it occurred to me that I should have had a coffee mug or something made with Jack’s artwork to give to her.  Dang it!  Maybe I’ll ship that to her…

Here is a picture of G with Jack on his birthday (she is so cool – she got him the alien space ship Legos):

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Caught in a Lie

Last night I was sitting in the bathroom with Jack and reading Time to Pee to him.  I’ve read this book a million times now and Jack still loves it.  There are various books that Jack has in which I tend to change the words around and this is one of those.  When I get to the page that says “Boys can stand, girls should sit,” I have always read it as “Boys can stand or they can sit.”  It was hard enough to get him to use the potty – I wasn’t about to tell him he needed to stand and pee all over everything!

Thanks to Super Why, Jack is now asking me to point to some of the words in the book and tell me what they say.  I did that with some of them, but when I got to that page…well, I pointed anyway and read it the way I always do.  Jack corrected me, saying, “It says girls should sit!” as he pointed to each word on the page.  My mouth dropped open and I began to ask him questions.  Do they have this book at your dad’s?  No.  What about at (daycare provider) G’s?  No.  Uh…how did you know what it says? I don’t know.

I’ve confirmed that this book does NOT reside at his dad’s house.  Furthermore, I was just talking to the daycare provider last week about various potty books that Jack likes and she mentioned she didn’t have any of Mo Willems‘ books.  So…I’m flummoxed.  He did draw the word FOOD on his magnadoodle last week(!) but reading?  There has to be some other explanation!

Pretty Much There?

I can’t remember the last time I changed a dirty diaper.  That’s significant and AWESOME.  I think that means we’re doing very well with the potty learning over in Casa d’Ewok.  Jack is consistently using the potty and can switch between the small one and the large one with ease (at least, with peeing).  We haven’t had any accidents in a couple weeks at home.  *knocks on wood*

I almost considered him potty trained as of this weekend but am not quite sure when we can consider that milestone “met.”  Is it when he stops dirtying his pull up even when away from my house (seems he is saving his dad’s house for last)?  When he starts wearing underwear?  When I don’t need to remind him to go a million times a day?  He hasn’t wet himself at night in…gosh, I don’t even know – probably over a month.  He totally has the abilities mastered – it’s all a matter of his mood and will and level of distraction.

I’m in awe, especially after all the difficulties we had for so long.  Whew.

Developments

Yesterday was a GREAT day.  Jack’s daycare is closed this week for Spring Break, so I took Monday and Tuesday off of work to hang out with him.  Maybe it’s because I’m relaxed from my weekend in Napa, or maybe I’m just getting better at being at home with the kiddo, but I really enjoyed the day.  I even thought – MAYBE – I could actually swing a SAHM situation after all if it came down to it.  (Watch – today will totally squash that idea.)

Midday I needed to run to the store for toilet paper, so I packed Jack into the car with promises of a Transformer if the store carried one.  I figured it was about time as his potty money tub was getting pretty heavy and it’s been a month since we got the last toy.  Also!  Jack pooped in the potty last week and even though he didn’t even know he was doing it, we celebrated with a potty dance and extra money.

Walgreens had a number of Transformer toys, both Autobots (the good guys) and Decepticons (the bad guys).  I asked Jack whether he wanted a good guy or a bad one.  After declining to buy one of each for him, he chose a Decepticon that turns into a forklift.  I should have pressed him to get the one that turns into a toaster – the forklift’s arms keep coming off.

It may or may not be a coincidence, but later in the evening Jack used the potty to poop on TWO separate trips to the bathroom.  I’m not ready to call this a breakthrough or anything (lest the parenting karma gods strike me down), but I am willing to say that it’s a very nice development.  Other things that may or may not have anything to do with this development: showing Jack the Transformer underwear he could wear once he was regularly using the potty and acquisition of the book “It Hurts When I Poop” (which I didn’t buy due to any issues with hurting, but I knew he’d dig the explanation of what is going on in there).