the scene: 8:00 last night. chad had just left to meet up with some friends after helping me get the kids fed, bathed and to bed. ahhh... quiet house to myself. i get to relish it for maybe 5 minutes before i hear a door open, a door slam and the pitter patter of little feet across the hallway to the top of the stairs:
Mags: hey! i pooped! change my diaper! DaaaDaaa! (wait) mommy!? (wait)
Me: (sigh) okay. i'm coming.
Mags: where's daddy?
Me: he went out with friends.
Mags: why? (her default response to everything lately)
Me: to have fun.
Mags: why? why you didn't go, mama?
Me: because if i went too, who would be here to change your diaper? gabe?
Mags (giggling): NOOOOO! he's a baby. he can't change my diaper!
then after taking a minute to think about it she adds: "when he gets bigger he change my diaper".
um... right. just another reminder of my recent failures as a mother. i have no doubt that my precocious 27-month old is totally ready to be potty trained (probably has been for months), and the onus is on me (and chad). but my excuses are: i work a full-time job outside of the home, i also have a 3-month old, i am operating on 3-5 hours of sleep/day... and well, i suck as a mom sometimes. i kid (kinda). but i'm going to stop complaining now. because even if my kid outgrows the largest sized diaper before i ever get around to potty training her, there's always depends. and i still have the smartest, cutest, most lovable kids a parent could ever wish for.
by the way, notice my last post before this was in MAY??? another piece of supporting evidence as to why i suck as a mom sometimes. until now, i haven't even blogged about the existence of my 2nd child! but i've taken pictures! (although many less than what i had taken of maggie at this age). see flickr stream to the right.