A month ago, she fussed/cried/threw fits in the car about her car seat being too tight: every car ride, the whole car ride, every day. I had to pull the car over for discipline several times a day. Now, we have pleasant car rides, with very little to no complaining, with singing, with pleasant conversation. Somehow, the difference here just came one day. She was pleasant in the car all day, and I made a point to make a big deal about it with Jon when he got home from work. She was so proud. Now, at the end of each day, she tells him, beaming, that she didn't fuss in the car all day.
A month ago, she fussed every day about her clothes and shoes being too tight: every outfit, every shoe, every morning. I purposely picked the least constricting, softest knits, gave her a choice of two outfits, etc. She still threw fits (and received cold-shower disciplines pretty regularly). Now, I still pick soft outfits, but she puts them on without a fuss and even willingly puts on her shoes. Weird. She even wore her AWANA Cubbies uniform vest this past Wednesday for the first time. (I never chose to make the vest a battle, since I knew she'd think it was too tight and just wanted her to behave during Cubbies.)
A month ago, she started having toilet accidents several times a day (one day it was 8 in a day! I called the doctor about an infection, but she didn't have one). Now, not only has she had no accidents, but she is now in regular underwear overnight (no more pull-ups). To me, this is a physical manifestation that something was going on with her developmentally a month ago: her brain was working on a big jump, so the physical took a back seat for a week or two while her brain worked it out. Then, it all clicked.
Life is so much more pleasant. Yesterday, when she did start fussing about her car seat, I pulled the car over, got out, and spoke calmly but firmly to her. She responded with, "OK, Mama. I will stop." What?! A month ago, when I spoke calmly but firmly to her, it did nothing (and would then escalate into further discipline and crying).
Thank you, God, for this breakthrough.
