Today, The Boy has been very two, once again. I am pleased with the way that I handled it, as much as I could.
I had to use bedroom time to get him to chill the heck out when, during lunch, he suddenly refused to wear his bib. I know that most of the time, depending on what he is eating, he doesn't even really need the bib anymore, but frankly, the bib makes a great puke-catcher, as I got to see once again this morning. So he didn't want to wear the bib, and of course I tried to make him, even letting him choose it. But he didn't want it. The statement was "You always wear a bib when you eat at the table" meaning that if he didn't wear a bib, he couldn't eat at the table. Fitfitfit. Bedroom. I waited about 2 minutes, even though he was continuing to scream his head off, so that he could reset. When he was out again, it took him a little while and several repetitions, but he eventually left the bib on and had a nice lunch of salmon, triscuits, and grapes.
He had some juice, too, which he saved for later, and then dumped on the bedroom floor.
Kids like dumping stuff on the floor. Kids who dump stuff on the floor have to stop what they are doing and help clean up the floor.
The latest thing is, if he makes a mess trying to get something he wants instead of asking for help, I tell him that I'm too tired to get him what he wants unless he helps me clean up the mess (the "energy drain"). Generally, it makes no difference to me whether he gets it or not (cookies or juice or whatever else) although last time I had to contrive the help so that The Boy would actually get the juice since I want him to drink enough.
Meatball is kicking around on his playmat and The Boy is playing with beads, so I have a few moments to sit and recharge.
Moments over, I think, because I am going to attempt to take The Boy to the potty.