Complet A La Commode

This last week has been hectic.  I went to three weddings, a birthday party, a Blessingway, and had men in my home destroying a toilet and installing a new one.

My Birthday Seat has arrived.  In actuality my son is sure that it is his personal reward for being potty trained.  Yes this week I also potty trained my son.  Not what you would call a normal week but all in all a memorable one.

So pictured below is my new toilet chair.  I love it.  I confess I am glad for the squatty but just to sit is awful fun!

Here the men are working.  

I forgot to get

a BEFORE photo so this is a DURING photo.

My thrifty husband hated paying for the job as a whole but he forked over the dough up front and in total.

We were quoted a three day job to get the toilet out so we paid for a three day job.

It took them a day and a bit.  

When pressed they confessed they would have stretched it out to three days if we had paid by the day.  Praise God we paid for the job as a whole!  

The mysteries (workers) were happy to describe exactly how they would manage to swallow the time with busy nothingness.

As far as men workers go in the home these men were rather lovely.

Of course it is our job to supply 

all the tools 

(except the sledge hammer), 

all the supplies 

(everything including bricks, piping, little bowl to mix cement, bags to carry waste away)

all the snacks

(including chai twice, baked goods, and numkeen)

all the entertainment

(Zana dancing in a tutu) 

First Time on the Big Potty.