Primary

Today was George's first day of Primary. For a couple weeks I have been talking to him about not going to Nursery anymore and going to Sunbeams class. He wasn't entirely convinced he liked that idea. But today, I walked him into the Primary room where he was met by the Primary President who greeted him enthusiastically by name and showed him to a chair. He didn't even look back. When I picked him up from his class, he was so excited! He had a CTR ring! He had a coloring sheet! He played with play dough!

Tonight as I was getting him in bed, he remembered his ring and needed it right then. He says it has a sign on it that says, "Don't hit" that helps him not to hit.

Just stuff- Dogs

I either need to do a better job of blogging or a better job of writing in a physical journal. Too much is happening to have no documentation of life.

Like the one time I opened the back door to let Razor out, and in walked a random dog. He trotted his self right into my living room. It was 9 or so on a Saturday evening, and fortunately this dog had tags that told me his name is Fitz and giving me his mom and dad's phone numbers. After a quick phone call, Fitz, Razor, and I were waiting outside for Fitz's parents to come pick him up. They had been looking for him and so relieved to have him back.

Fast forward a few weeks. George and I were headed out the door to go to the babysitter's and to work. I headed out of the garage and saw a dog trotting toward me up the driveway. Fitz. George thought it was so exciting. I called Fitz's mom, but she was in Canada. She was going to call Fitz's dad and he would pick him up. I let go of Fitz's collar for a second to look for a leash. And Fitz ran off. Not a fast run, but a wandering, I'm-kinda-bored-with-this-now sort of run. I followed him around the neighbor's house, through our backyard, up the other neighbor's backyard... And of course I was wearing cute little heals. And I had George following behind me calling for me and Fitz. Eventually I gave up. I called Fitz's mom back and said he'd gotten away from me, but hopefully he was headed back toward his house. For days afterwards George asked about Fitz and let me know that he would like Fitz to be his dog.

Fast forward to this weekend. I'd suggested pancakes before I realized we were out of eggs, so we took a morning trip to the store for eggs. In our rush to get out of the house, I left the back door open. When we came home, Razor was gone. GONE. My heart started racing. George and I went out the back door and we both called for her. We walked around to the front of the house and called some more. After less than a minute of calling for her, she came sprinting down the sidewalk back home. I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't come right back home. She doesn't wear her tags often, so anyone who found her wouldn't know who she belonged to. Such a relief. Until she was gone, I don't think I really appreciated what Fitz's parents had gone through.

Diaper drama

This story begins a week and a half ago when I bought diapers and wipes at Sam's club. I bought the diapers I've been buying for awhile now: size 4 Pampers Cruisers. A week into the box I decided that maybe I should have bought  size 5. George is still in the transition weight but maybe we'd have fewer soaked through events in the larger size. So I decided to see about using Facebook to sell the size 4s I had.

I counted up all the diapers I had 130, plus the diapers in George's backpack for the babysitter, and several others I have stashed here and there. The full box was 136 diapers and I paid $39.98.

I listed the diapers on Facebook for $35. Before long I got an offer for $20 on one Facebook group and $25 on another. I declined both those offers with an explanation of my pricing, including the price per diaper on Amazon and at Sam's (generally these two have the lowest prices).

The woman who offered $25 responded that at Target they were $0.19 per diaper (compared to Amazon and Sam's at 30 and 29, and me at just under 27).

So I said, "I guess I will need to go to Target to get size 5s."

Then she said that Sam's had them on sale too, for $0.21 per diaper or $33.98 for a box of 128.

By that time I had already decided to keep them. But I *could not* just let it go. Her math was wrong, by a lot. So I commented, "$33.98/128 diapers is $0.265 per diaper, not $0.21"

I went to Target and checked their diaper prices- not even close to $0.19 per diaper.

I deleted my posts offering diapers for sale. I also took advantage of the sale at Sam's and am now stocked on size 5s. For when we actually run out of 4s.

A Tale of the Sippy Cup

George and I had a sick day on Friday. Several hours after our late morning walk I realized that the sippy cup of water we'd had with us on the walk had not made it home with us. Boo! This was no ordinary sippy cup. This was an expensive sippy cup; one I didn't want to lose or have to replace. :(

I retraced our walk route, but didn't see the sippy cup along the way.

And then I tried a long shot. Facebook. See, I'm a member of a couple community Facebook groups, and maybe, just maybe they could help the lost sippy cup return home. So I put it out there. ISO a sippy cup lost on our morning walk. "George" written on it in sharpie.

Facebook didn't let me down. A few hours later I got a message that my lost sippy cup was on top of the mailboxes at the end of my street. Hooray!

So George, Razor and I got our shoes on (no so much Razor), went out to the stroller, and went to get the mail. Sure enough, there it was! We visited the neighbor's cat that wasn't out earlier in the day. And when George saw me holding his sippy cup, he asked to have it. Then he ran back to the mailboxes and put the sippy cup in one of the open boxes for packages!

George looking for and calling for the cat, earlier in the day.

I retrieved it, and 3 more times, he tried to put it back into a package box.

I finally figured out what must have happened earlier in the day. I remembered that George had been particularly interested in the open boxes. He must have left his sippy cup in one of them earlier. When the mail man came by (turns out I remember him being there when I retraced my tracks), he  found the sippy cup and put it on top of the mailboxes (because it lacked a full address and proper postage, I'm sure).

Hooray for the lost and found sippy cup.

P.S.- The lost sippy cup has a twin, and it turns out one of these 2 sippy cups was a part of another lost and found sippy cup stories. Lost at Temple Square. Found and picked up at one of the Visitor's Centers a few days later.

Ten for Tuesday

1. Tonight I saw the funniest cardboard sign being held by someone standing by one of the freeway off ramps. It read, "Traveling broke & hungry," and as a side note in one of the corners, "420 friendly :)." It cracked me up!

2. George is two! How crazy is that?

3. George got a play kitchen for his birthday. A play kitchen with a play sink and no running water. George has been working on that sink on a pretty regular basis. My favorite was when he took his toy drill, pushed the kitchen away from the wall, and started drilling the back of it. Maybe someday he will surprise me and give that play sink running water.

4. George's 2-year stats: weight- 25 lbs 10 oz (20th %ile); height- 34.25 inches (45th %ile); head circumference- 75th %ile.

5. We had a wonderful week-long visit from Marty's mom. George had a lot of fun while she was here. Since she left we've spent time looking at pictures and talking about how much we love and miss Grandma. George waves at the pictures too. :)

6. Grandpa Todd (Marty's dad) is going to be here for a quick visit later this week!

7. I have a calling in our new ward--I'm Personal Progress Specialist in Young Women. I'm excited for it--I love Personal Progress and Young Women!

8. I love our new house. Someday I will post pictures. I should probably have taken a bunch of pictures of the house while Marty's mom was here, cuz she helped the house look really nice!

9. Here's another Flagstaff story- back in December a member of Flagstaff Police Department was shot and killed in the line of duty. The response in Flagstaff was really incredible to me. Across town blue lights lit up porches in tribute to the officer. Thousands of dollars were donated to his family. On the day of his memorial service, as I took George to his babysitter's, I drove by where the cars for the processional were lining up. There was a line up of police cars over a mile long. Seriously. All with lights flashing. The most touching part to me was when I started reading where they were from-- Gilbert, Tucson, Prescott, Scottsdale, Yavapai County, Utah Highway Patrol, Phoenix, ....  It was amazing. On my way after dropping George off, I was on a side street waiting as the processional passed. Wow. It still makes me a little teary-eyed to think about it.

10. George finally fits the little outfit I picked up for him back when I was still about 25 weeks pregnant and in Chinatown in San Francisco. How cute is he?



11. Bonus! Tonight Marty was headed out to run an errand or two. George waved called out with perfectly clear diction said, "Bye Dad!" So cute!