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Crash and burn...

Gosh, after yesterdays fan fair and self-glorification, the Universe decided a quick slap in the face ought to bring me back to my senses, wrt to my parenting abilities...

Just after my blog yesterday, Luey came into the house complaining that Erik had pee'd on him. Yes, that is right, my 6 year old URINATED on my 4 year old... And why had this happened? Erik claimed Luey had instigated a peeing war by peeing on him first... It would seem both boys had decided to relieve themselves in the back yard... Now, I'm not terribly fussed by this, it's nature, and peeing is natural, so ok... (wouldn't be so happy to find anything else in the back yard, mind you)...

So, they must have been standing side by side with this shorts and undies around their ankles (as you do)... and Luey must have turned toward Erik and thus pee'd on Erik's undies, or some such thing... So, then Erik decides it's only fair to retaliate...

I wasn't happy... I ranted for a full twenty minutes about how disgusting it is to pee on another person... No one got smacked, and I felt I had shown a lot of restraint (well, for me anyway) considering how disgusted and powerless I felt...

Fast forward to today. Being a Friday, Dave was home this morning, and I had a chance of a sleep in... In fact, I didn't get more than 1/2 hour sleep in because I was suddenly woken by Dave completely blowing his stack at the boys... I listened and it turned out that they had apparently decided to have some sort of peeing match up against the wall in their bedroom!!! Can you believe it?

Dave and I are completely flawed!!!

A lot of yelling ensued, but again no smacking... There will be no birthday party for them tomorrow though...

We really don't know what to do anymore, we really don't know how to get through to these boys of ours. We feel quite hopeless actually... Is this behaviour normal??? Peeing on the wall inside your house? How do we get them to stop doing stuff like this???

Comments

katef said…
If it helps any this whole 'peeing on things and people' is not terribly uncommon in boys of about that age. I used to get it quite often with 4 year olds and often I think it was about 'marking territory' almost like an anaimal... plus it gets a BIG reaction and it is a powerful thing for them to do, using thier own bodies to mark or create such a stir. I am not sure I have any magical answers... but a quiet chat about hygene issues and privacy and personal space issues usually resolved it for me... maybe a one on one chat without the other mini pee machine present? Anyway enough waffle here... email me or jump on msn if you want to chat about it, even just to hear my stories so you know you are not alone!
Sif said…
Thanks Kate, that is very reassuring. I was actually going to ask other mum's of more than one boy to see if they'd encountered similar behaviour. I hadn't thought to ask you, but of course you've seen lots of little boy behaviour!!!

Erik's lack of impulse control really worries me, I keep thinking it should be more than it is, but maybe I'm expecting too much too soon?
Bin Mitch's Mum said…
I remember my brother doing this kind of thing with his mates, and I think he was a fair bit older too, maybe 8?? Not on the wall but on the button in the urinal, they then hid and watched while one of the Dads came in and then flushed and therefore touched where they'd weed... Not sure if it's the same thing or not, but I've always remembered the wee thing being a big deal with boys. I know my brother always liked to show me stuff he could do with his penis, and I never really got the big deal but he was pretty proud. Maybe if he'd had a brother egging him on, who knows.....

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