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.
My boys are 25 and 19, and you sure brought back some memories. And the magic of M&Ms--some things never change. Take your time and good luck!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping to comment. He is my fourth son and 3 years old now. It's time to get with it! However, I am going to enjoy all of these little bits with him.
DeleteI would have never expected to say this at the time, but I miss potty training. When it was time to wait for #2, he would always request Go, Dog, Go and that book will forever remind me of sitting in the bathroom with my little boy.
ReplyDeleteYes! Those are precious memories! I took most of those moments for granted with my big boys, so I'm trying to slow down and soak this all in with the last one.
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