I've told Biscuit — and I truly believe it — that my job as a parent is to get Biscuit ready to live a productive, happy life as an adult.
But I swear, every time he learns to do something else, I'm proud of him, but I'm also aware that it's one less thing he needs me for!
He sat down to practice guitar the other evening, and I realized that he needed to have his fingernails cut.
"Run up and get your clippers, and I'll cut your nails," I told Biscuit.
"Okay," he said, and off he went.
I was sitting in my rocking chair doing some work on my laptop, and I realized that Biscuit hadn't come down yet.
"Hey," I hollered, "what are you doing?"
He came bounding down the stairs to show me his nails. He had cut them all by himself. And he did a good job, too.
He's been able to get himself ready in the morning and ready for bed for a while now. The one thing he routinely forgets is to move his towel from the rack to the hook where he can reach it when he's done. He has his own bathroom, so I told Jeff I think that Biscuit does it on purpose so he can have some company up there.
The latest accomplishment is that he's been setting his own alarm clock and getting up before we go upstairs to wake him. He wanted it set to music instead of an alarm.
"I don't like the noise the alarm makes," he said. "I want to wake up in a more peaceful way."
And since Jeff and I aren't particularly morning people, we don't care what kind of noise he wants to wake up to. He gets a headstart on brushing his teeth, washing his face and getting dressed.
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