Everyday we go through the same routines to “clean up”.
Everyday he makes me laugh.
I soap a facecloth, hand it to him, take his eye glasses to wash. It’s become a game of sorts. He has a new funny now for the last few days – I’ll watch him and he knows it. The facecloth may be used to “dab” the soap on his nose (only) or applied as if using blush on his cheeks. I peer “sternly” over my glasses and he’s watching and waiting for me. We burst out laughing.
You have heard “the buck stops here” -
Well, the laughs stop here when it’s bath time. Told him he would now put stickers on the calendar every time he bathed. It’s a battle to get him in the tub and he swears that he just had a bath.
Today will be bath battle Monday and I know who will win – but at what cost:)
Stickers are a great idea. You always surprise me with your innovation and love and continued patience and respect. And I am not underestimating what that costs you at times to stay cool and joyful…Love, Annette
Are they gold stars? I love it!
I am struck with how much your “battles” revolve around the things to keep a body clean–face washing, baths, teeth, even going to the doctor. Makes one wonder what drives the resistance and the fear.
Annie – to know him is to love him
Kenju – no, whatever I happen to have
KG – every day is a battle of sorts – for someone who presented so “spit and polished” in the past, it is indeed a challenge:)I think his brain no longer sends the messages required to keep him clean.