Big Boy!

The other day the Caboose had wondered off to play. I found him in the bathroom with his diaper off and his pants around his ankles. He quickly gave me a grunt of disapproval, shoved me out of the bathroom and proceed to slam the door shut.

This is how the conversation went in my head:
Reasonable mom: Hmm. Maybe it's time for the potty chair?

Crazy mom: Can't be - he's BARELY two!
Cheap mom: Think of all the diapers we won't have to buy!

Sentimental mom: But, he's my BABY! I'm not sure I'm ready to be out of diapers!
Reasonable mom: But if he's ready, who am I to slow him down?

Crazy mom: I'm his mother, that's who!

And so the conversation went. I decided to pull out the potty chair, which he seemed to enjoy sitting on - just sitting on.

Then tonight, while I was changing his diaper and getting him ready for bed, he said "Potty Chair." OK, I thought, we'll go sit on the chair, blah, blah, blah.

Then he actually peed in the potty chair. WHAT?!?

So, he got a handful of candy, several celebratory cheers, and a woman who isn't too sure which mom she should be.

The Good News

Apparently, when you forget that you put your cell phone on the roof of your car because you need to strap in your squirming two-year-old, and then drive away not realizing that you left your phone on the roof for some three blocks, and then hit your brakes REALLY hard because you suddenly remember said cell phone, and then your cell phone goes flying through the air...

Apparently, your phone may still work. Amazing!

The book is fine as well.

And the card.

At least I didn't leave my child on the roof.

(I once dated a boy who barely graduated from a fancy private high school. He was so excited to find an ACTUAL diploma in his diploma case. That excitement lasted until he realized that he had left the diploma on the roof of his car. On the way home from graduation. Which blew away. Never to be seen again.)

Maybe they should not have given him that diploma after all...
Maybe I should have never been entrusted with a cell phone...

Confession

OK, so I'm ready to admit WHY I have started to blog.

Have you ever googled yourself? While it may sound like something dirty, it's really just about seeing what comes up when you put your name into a search engine. Unfortunately, what comes up when you google ganelle green or ganelle smith is this (class of '96: note the oh-so-flattering picture along the side.)

Several years ago my friend (?) and I got into a practical joke thing. I put a "For Sale"sign up in her yard while she was out of town, she convinced me that my car had been stolen, I hid photocopied pictures of myself throughout her house - some that she didn't find for over a year - and she submitted my name and picture to my college alumni magazine. ha. ha.

Thing of it is that once you submit something like that, it apparently NEVER GOES AWAY. So, here I am, some five plus years later, and when you google my name, all that comes up is this nasty old picture. Thanks Kris.

In a vain effort to counteract this, I have decided to put out a blog. Maybe if some old friend/roommate/student decided to google me, there would be something out in the cyberworld that is a bit more flattering than my friend's submission to BYU Alumni Magazine.

Now, is there any way to get Google to withdrawal the BYU link???

Viva Las Vegas!

Diamond and I just returned from a brief sojourn in Las Vegas. We left snow, returned to snow, and in between I managed to get a sunburn - really, who thinks about bringing sunscreen in the midst of flurries?

While Diamond was losing money on the slot machines (despite the fact that I was continually making fun of him and telling him that they don't build these big hotels by GIVING money away) I managed to out-cheap myself. I actually made him switch casinos once I found out that Planet Hollywood doesn't give away *free* virgin daiquiris. That's $20 less of our hard earned money THEY'LL be seeing...


But Vegas is all about getting something for nothing, and we did manage to score two free airline tickets for getting bumped off our flight. Hmm, so I can sit and read my book in relative peace and quiet for an additional two hours, and for that you'll give me another vacation - free of charge. CHA-CHING!