Connor adjusted a lot better to daycare than I thought he would. He cried a bit but not even as much as either of the girls did. He still whimpers in the morning when we're leaving and has those big fat tears that make you feel about this big. (I'm not kidding, his tears are so big that they don't roll down his cheeks they fall right out of his eyes onto the floor like rain - it's almost cartoonish.) But he's happy when he gets there and he's happy when I pick him up.
He only goes three days a week so it's broken up and a couple of weeks ago he only went once because he was sick so he's not been really consistent yet.
But this last week he was there all three days. And I think he's finally figured out that 'school' is here to stay and he's starting to rebel.
In the last two weeks he's peed his pants 5 times. This is the boy who was 100 toilet trained day and night.
Yesterday was the icing on the cake though.
Connor was in the playroom playing marble works when he started throwing them. I called him out to tell him to stop throwing the marbles and I noticed his undies were wet. I told him to take them off and put them in the laundry. He took them off and threw them into the playroom and laughed. So I sat him out at the wall. This is where it gets really fun.
My little boy, the apple of my eye, heart of my heart....took hold of his penis and peed all over my floor.
This wasn't an accident. And I know this because I said "Connor!! What are you doing??!!" and he said "I peeing on the floor!" and then he grinned his biggest, cheesiest grin and laughed.
I'm not a spanking parent but, oh boy, if I was.....he would have had a red behind!
So he got sent to his room where he threw an almighty fit.
Later at suppertime he got sent to his room again because he was mad about the cup he was given with his supper so he thought he'd hit me. Another fit.
In the end, he went to bed for the night at 6:45 and slept until 6 this morning, got up to pee and went back to bed again until 8. So he was either really overtired or coming down with something.
Or he's making me suffer for sending him to daycare.
We're off to Chuck E Cheese today. We're having his birthday party there in a couple of weeks and I remembered yesterday that he was scared once when we dropped Mary off there for a party so I thought we should go and hang out there for a while so he's not afraid to go to his own birthday party.