We all have those “mom of the year” moments when something just comes flying out of our mouths, and as soon as it escapes, we’re like…. “that was dumb”.

Yeah, that’s been happening to me quite a bit over the past two weeks.  But more this past week than ever….

Yeah, as you can tell from my last post, we started the whole potty adventures with the Minion.  It was fun – for a minute.  After the first few times where it was cute, and we would run in the bathroom to see just how cute he was perched up on the potty, it has gotten downright tiring, especially after the first time he clogged the toilet after throwing in almost the entire roll of toilet paper and he may or may not have let some toys fall in and that’s why he threw in the toilet paper to cover it up. The plumber definitely had a interesting day helping us unclog the drain.

 

Potty learning is a lot of work.  Notice I didn’t say training, because honestly, he’s learning, and I’m not ready to admit that he’s training ME to do all the work.

Most of the time, the older boys find the Minion to be a bother.  Braxton rarely speaks unless he’s on an Xbox headset (then you can’t get him to shut up), but most of the time, when he does decide to talk to his brother, this is what I hear.

Wanna see mommy?

Where’s your cup?

Wanna go night-night?

Wanna bite?

Where’s Rex?

Where’s Buzz?

Wanna watch Woodie/Buzz?

And… in the past week… a new phrase has been added to that list of ‘re-directives’….

Wanna go potty?

*Sigh*  What a pain in the toilet seat.  The other day, I did it.  I caught myself saying something that makes me “mother of the year”.

“Braxton, don’t say that.  Every time you say that, he actually wants to go potty!”

His reply… “Well, duh mom.”

Let the nominations commence.