"Mr. BigStuff"

Photo and video editing at www.OneTrueMedia.com

There are so many milestones in life that we all relish. The first time we drive a car, the first time we ride a bike, the first time we get a paycheck. But there is one milestone that surpasses them all.

The first time we sleep through the night without waking up soaked in our own urine.

Thats right folks, this post is about continence. All hail its glorious name.

Due to this wonder of bladder control, the wunderkind you see above is smashing through milestones like Oprah goes through a box of twinkies. It happens so quickly you are afraid that if you blink you might miss the whole thing.

And the boy is not just continent, he's three. That's right. Just ask him.

Above is a glorious montage that celebrate his dryness, his threeness, and to celebrate his movement into various superhero themed underwear.

P.S. this montage is brought to you by the video editing prowess of my wife, and by the thirty five dollars a week we were saving on diapers until gas went up to like a pound of gold a gallon. I wish there was some way I could switch the exchange so I could send my diapers to OPEC countries and oil companies instead of my money. Imagine how their cursed grip would loosen under 100s of pounds of baby pooh.

Yeah, whatever. Don't try to pretend you never spend you time thinking about these things.

No really, I am worried that I am losing my mind. You have considered it at least once, right?

Right?

I knew it. I will catch you guys later. Gotta go call my therapist. I knew he gave me his home number for a reason. I guess it was a bad sign when he gave Jenny a dart gun after our first session.

Anyway, enjoy the montage. And yes, in case you are wondering, those are oven mitts and Jen's slippers he's wearing. Jen didn't explain that he had to wear HIS shoes, gloves and hat in order to go outside, so he found what he thought a reasonable alternative. Some would say ingenious, others creative.