Dr. Spock, Eat Your Heart Out!

My extremely brilliant son potty-trained himself this weekend.  Seriously.  There were no charts with stickers, treat boxes, towels on every surface of my house, begging, pleading, screaming, patches of hair missing from the back of my head.  We're just done.

What is this miracle, you say?  How did you manage such a feat?  Please, publish a book so we can all bask in your brilliance!  Well, if you insist, here's my sure-fired, no-fail potty-training method.

Ahem . . .

1.  Wait until your child is embarassingly old.  I'm talking voice is changing, we're checking out colleges, his dates are wondering why his mom has to come too.

2.  At this point, he'll be the laughing stock of the junior class and will simply say to you "mom, this whole diaper thing just isn't me any more.  I love you, but I need to be my own person."  You sniff and wonder why he's abandoned you, but you respect his decision.

3.  The end.

I'd love to post pictures of his cute little backside is his new boxer briefs (his dad was very specific on this point).  However, something tells me I'd probably be arrested.

Still unpacking boxes.  Dont' worry, pictures are coming!

She's a Weiner!

My Bug actually won a bike at school today!  All that reading this year paid off big time.  

Our school participated in the Ken Garff "Road to Success" reading program this year (I thought I'd give them a little plug . . . they gave us a bike).  Four lucky students' names were drawn to receive new bikes.  Yeah, Bug!

OK, so here's the fine print.  Because Bug is at the top of the lower grades and the top of the tall scale, the bike they chose for her age group is a bit small, in case you can't tell.  We're currently in negotiations over how to handle a hand-over to younger, shorter, sister.  I'll let you know how it goes.  We're currently up to $20 Canadian for our trip this summer, a movie date ("Hannah Montana The Movie") and one of my kidneys, if she ever needs one . . .

Up next, a 30-second virtual tour of the new abode.  Just let me unpack a few thousand boxes first.

I Almost Forgot!

Oh yeah . . . I have a blog. Sorry, faithful fans. I can only beg your forgiveness and offer up the following as an excuse.

-- Nana and Grandpa and moving back home! Hip-hip-hooray! Well, sort of, because now I afraid I'm actually going to have to buy clothes for my kids. Not sure how that one's going to work out, stay tuned.

-- Erin is moving back! Double hip-hip-hooray! This just goes to show you that the constant whining of a certain 8 year-old really does work. Keep it up, kiddo.

-- Swine flu. My husband had to hand me a paper bag several times and tell me to breath deeply. I'm doing much better now.

-- Spring! Flowers! Snow shovels thrown into the Great Salt Lake! WARMTH! It's all very distracting.

-- I've discovered Facebook. Nothing like connecting with people you never realized you were missing, right? I've found old high school friends (one of which has a PhD in Chemical Engineering, show-off), old college roommates, and friends of friends of friends. Plus I can play mind-numbing, time-wasting games! What more could you ask for?!

-- Oh, and yeah . . . we bought a new house and we're moving.

So, dear, faithful readers, thank you for your loyalty and if you can come help us move, I'd really appreciate it!