"It's not coming out, Mommy" Oliver sighs, looking for some sign of hope that I'm going to let him off the toilet. Then a little while later, and still with no action, "I did it!" I'm on to him and so I check for evidence. Nope, nothing. I tell him to remain a bit longer.
How long must we do this crazy little exchange? It's been four children and each time, I have to admit, I don't look forward to this event where I sit impatiently on the edge of the bathtub and my child learns to either move to the next milestone or delay it. Since he appears to be the last of my offspring, I try to enjoy the moment but I just keep thinking that my grilled cheese is burning and I'm sure he's thinking, this would be so much easier if you'd just put that diaper back on me. As my husband says, "He won't go to Kindergarten in diapers, so don't worry." But, what does that mean if you homeschool? I finally let him climb off the toilet and he flashes me a satisfied grin. We've both just grown a little closer to our goal, I hope. Perhaps we'll see some action tomorrow.