7:18 AM, Monday morning. Sleeping very soundly.
7:19AM, Caleb bounds in: MOMMY! I had to go poop!
Me: unh?
Caleb: I had to go poop and I called you and called you and you didn’t come help me!
Me: unh?
Caleb: And so I wiped all by myself! I did it!
Me: unh…good for you.
Caleb: I don’t know if I got it all but I got most of it, I’m pretty sure!
Me: You washed your hands?
Caleb: Yes! Because tomorrow is my birthday and I’m going to be six.
And with that he dashed out of the room, filled with joy about his accomplishment.
They grow up so fast, don’t they?
Oh God, I hope so for your sake. This was always one of my least favorite parenting tasks. Of course, once they start doing it on their own, there’s always the gross laundry issue to deal with.
My son just started going pee on the potty. I can’t wait until he can poop/wipe all by himself although I’m sure it will be bittersweet. And Jeanellen has a point – which I never thought about before – the gross laundry. Perhaps I will just keep him in diapers. The he’ll be all prepared for when he turns 80.