Every so often, my little boy takes the opportunity to let me know who's really in charge.
It all ended in tears, but on balance, I think he concluded that his brief, shivery discomfort while I sorted him out compared pretty favourably with my prolonged shivery discomfort plus total humiliation, allowing him to emerge the victor today.
Tuesday 4 December 2007
A Picture Speaks a Thousand Words
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Ha ha! It could happen to anyone, not that it happened to me. Maybe I didn`t take him swimming enough. He did do one on a brand new slide though.
Ttime to get him on that potty regularly. I bought a high chair at a french Brocante. It had been regularly covered with layers of paint, which I left on, In the seat you could see where a round piece of wood had been used to fill in the hole. In the mornings around about breakfast, well, usually during food or exercise. I did realise after time how much sense it made, but I wont be having anymore. That is what i learned.
He's pretty predictable usually, but for some reason, he always leaves it late on a Tuesday morning. I'm sure his swimming lesson wouldn't be nearly as much fun without that frisson of 'will he, won't he...?' danger about it!
I consider myself lucky; one of my friends has a little boy who always waits until they're in the bath together; I'm not sure why she still gets in with him!
It's a good thing that they are cute, sometimes...
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