"Mommy, I gotta peeeeeeeee!" the little one yells down the stairs.
I rush up the stairs just in time to see the little one, standing on his diaper with his left foot, no pants to be found, dumping the potty into the toilet. He has hit his target...for the most part. "Are you all done?" I ask.
"Mmmmm, maybe," he answers, uncertain and shrugging his shoulders. So, I encourage him to return to the potty seat and make sure he doesn't have more business to do. He wants me to sit beside him. "Can I see you compooter?" It seems he thinks Blogger looks cool. Ha! Anything for a screen.
He plops himself down on the little green potty, resting his cheeks on his closed fists, looking at the computer like it should entertain him. I don't think my writing is that interesting to him though. "Um, I tink I'm done." He stays put, waiting on permission to get up and making sure he really IS done. I'm reading to him as I write. Apparently, this post is not that interesting. "Do I get some M&Ms?"
We clean up, put a diaper on, change clothes for bed, and get three M&Ms. It's time for tooth brushing, bedtime reading, and prayers. Our potty training adventures are just beginning, and I am going to enjoy the fun of it with this last one.