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!