<p>With a four day weekend tantalizingly ahead of us, my husband and I discussed how we could fill that time.&#0160; A short getaway to Montreal?&#0160; Shopping for much-needed furniture perhaps?&#0160; Sleeping in?</p>

<p>Wrong!</p>

<p>While those things sound fantastic we&#39;re now knee-deep in this parenting gig and that means that our precious stretch of &quot;free&quot; time would have to be filled up with more important things.&#0160; Things like teaching a 2.9 year old the art of making &quot;pee-pee&quot; and &quot;poo-poo&quot; in the &quot;potty.&quot;</p>

<p>(Those of you looking for some erudite discussion on...anything really should cut your loses and click away now.)</p>

<p>Yes my friends, this would be <u>the</u> weekend that our toddler would be potty trained SO HELP US GOD.</p>

<p>We were optimistic as we started the process Thursday morning.&#0160; We gave Sebastian his first pair of big boy pants -- teeny tiny blue Bob The Builder underpants.&#0160; </p>

<p>&quot;Such a big boy!&quot;&#0160; We cooed with proud tears in our eyes.&#0160; &quot;No more diapers for you!&#0160; You tell us when you have to make pee-pee, OK?&quot;</p>

<p>&quot;I big boy!&quot;&#0160; he said, and ran off to play in the living room.</p>

<p>My baby.&#0160; Gone!&#0160; Just like that.</p>

<p>Except that my husband spent the entire day changing our son&#39;s clothes and mopping the floors.&#0160; Because our big boy thought that he was supposed to tell us he had peed AFTER the fact.&#0160; He did this over and over again.</p>

<p>Thankfully there was a turkey keeping me busy all day, so I simply couldn&#39;t be bothered with the unsavory job of cleaning up after a pottier-in-training.&#0160; I only tell you this so I can include a picture of the fruit of my labors:</p>



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<br /><em>My mother asked for evidence that I can indeed roast a turkey.&#0160; This one&#39;s for you Mom!&#0160; <br />(and Martha Stewart)<br />(OK, so my Lil&#39; Butterball looks a little bit naked.&#0160; It needs some dressing it up, don&#39;t you think?&#0160; But that&#39;s neither here nor there</em>.)</p>



<p>As you may have guessed, Friday wasn&#39;t spent shopping for bargains.&#0160; I was busy sprinting between the laundry room and the potty room all while keeping Sebastian off the furniture.</p>

<p>Saturday was more of the same.&#0160; Except that we gave up just a tiny bit and put diapers on the boy, since we still had to catch up on all the laundry from the first two days.&#0160; Oh, and Sebastian had not pooped once since this whole ordeal began.&#0160; Things were not looking good.</p>

<p>I woke up on Sunday determined to give my husband the &quot;we gave it a shot, but <em>clearly</em> he&#39;s not ready and we should try again later&quot; speech because I was tired of this.&#0160; I was trying to figure exactly when &quot;later&quot; would be (would his 15th birthday be too late?) when Sebastian jumped up from the breakfast table and announced, &quot;I need to go potty! I need potty!&quot;</p>

<p>Off we went, and lo, there was much pee-pee and poo-poo in the potty.&#0160; And there was much rejoicing and videotaping and many long-distance calls were placed where a child&#39;s squeaky voice exclaimed:</p>

<p>&quot;I use the potty!&#0160; YAY!&quot;</p>

<p>And there was much flushing and very little diapering happily ever after.&#0160; </p>

<p>Don&#39;t you just love happy endings?</p>
