"Mom, I have to go poop on the potty"

*sigh*

"Mom."

When did Cole become big enough to call me "Mom?" I think I should forever be "Mommy"...Well, until he is reaches that magic age and it turns creepy. Aw, but he's only TWO...Not even 2 1/2, just 2. I am not ready for this.

So, anyway, we're fully entrenched in this potty "training" nonsense. We decided to bypass the baby potty for the real deal. Cole has decided he is too big to sit to pee, afterall he wants to pee like big brother, Dane and Daddy. (Again, "mom" gets the shaft) I tried to tell him that sitting down works just as well. I relunctantly decided to seize the opportunity and show the dear child. Kids learn by example, right? So, I sit down, do my duty and say "see Cole, you CAN sit and pee!" Well, this conversation quickly backfires when he is truly concerned that my pee is yellow and his isn't. Ugh.

We have big boy underwear and a Dora "I did it, I did it, Hooray!" poop chart. I walked into my bedroom the other day to find literally dozens of glittery, obnoxious colored "fishy" stickers ALL OVER my footboard on my bed. Beautiful.

...And while "dad" and I were getting those off, he decides to go potty again and try to wipe himself. Lucky for my sweet boy, I had just put a new roll of toilet paper on the roll. He proceeds to unravel it all into one gigantic heap on the floor. I suppose its better than putting it all in the toilet, flushing it, only to have the toilet bubble over with CLEAR pee and poop everywhere, like he did yesterday, right? I am beginning to really doubt this potty "training" BS...as I patiently re-roll the entire thing back on the roll (now that's puuurrrty)...

So today, he is running around naked...We've had one accident and one "I swear you did it to torment me" pee. But we've had success too...

...And he just ran out, exclaiming with glee, "Mom, Look!" He grabbed me by the hand, and in all his naked glory, showed me a toilet bowl filled with yellow pee.

"Mom"

*sigh*