Sunday, April 20, 2014

Too old to hunt eggs?

When I was single and 21, I attended a memorable family Easter egg hunt. I am the oldest female cousin on that side of the family, and my sister (age 20) and next oldest female cousin (age 19) were already married. My older male cousin was a single returned missionary. No one invited any of them to hunt eggs, but everyone kept urging me to join the hunt with the kids. I finally explained that I was too old to hunt eggs, given that I was now of legal drinking age. They were confused. “You don’t drink.”
Not taking my word for it, they turned to my mother, who was known to be a key witness to my birth, to verify whether I had really aged out of the hunt.  ”April is too old,” she confirmed.  Then she added, “She was never any good at finding eggs anyway.”
Kids look on as adults hunt eggs
But my egg-hunting skills continue to improve.  While I am too old to pick up eggs off the lawn with the toddlers, no one ever ages out of the annual “Adult Easter Egg Hunt” hosted by my parents. Sometimes the hunt is designed with clues, leading the adult egg-hunters to eggs hidden across the city. Winning this kind of egg hunt requires speed, geography skills, wit, and most importantly, an insider perspective into my parents’ warped minds.
Sometimes this event is similar to a traditional Easter egg hunt, except that ladders, shovels, and duct tape are employed to hide the eggs with the skill of a pirate hoarding treasure.  This kind of hunt can lose steam at a certain point, as we all wander the yard baffled, finding nothing. After fossilized eggs were discovered years after their originally intended hunt, my parents started numbering all of the eggs and recording their locations so that unfound eggs can be reclaimed, usually through a game of hot/cold, with the biggest, most aggressive egg-hunters emerging victorious from the pile of adults diving for the egg in the “hot” locale.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Skipping Across the Soccer Field

My 6-year-old skips when he is happy. He often skips his way to class when I drop him off at school. I love to watch him skip across the soccer field.

http://youtu.be/D47ijClaWCU



This is his "favorite sport"


I think gymnastics is her favorite, but she also rocks at softball.  I am excited for softball to start up again in a couple weeks.
My kids did not inherit my complete lack of athleticism. (Phew.)

Monday, March 3, 2014

Baby likes...

Age 1
Washing Dishes but I do not love his help. It is sort of like a race, where I try to load dishes faster than he can throw them back out, and I often lose.

Newborn
Showers:  If I say, "Shower?" my baby  enthusiastically tugs at his clothes and runs for the bathroom.  If I don't lock the door for a shower, a fully clothed baby comes in and joins me.  If I do lock it, an angry baby pounds on the door.

Mama and Dada and Nana--especially Mama.

The Parts of TV Programs that No One Else Likes: He drops everything and watches commercials and credits. (He likes jingles and theme music.)

Pinching the Cat or sitting on her. The poor thing doesn't fight back or run away . She just suffers.

Balls, especially tennis balls. They're bouncy and fuzzy!

Throwing Food on the Floor: Most toddlers I've known start throwing food when they aren't hungry any more. Mine does it the through the whole meal.

Anything with Buttons that light up and turn things off and on or otherwise cause chaos, like computers, TVs, phones and the dryer.  (My friends who have received emoticon instant messages from him can attest to this.)

Hugs and Kisses: He is a master hugger, who cuddles in with his whole body. He also like to offer open-mouth kisses.  Often, when he releases from the hug, he goes back in for seconds.

Banging His Head Against Walls: No comment.




Friday, February 14, 2014

This Graffiti is So Cute!

This is how I discovered that my kindergartener had discovered written word:
"I like you"

"I love you"



It might have made me mad, if the messages weren't so sweet.


The cuteness stopped in December, when I bought several cans of hot chocolate to give away as gifts.  My son was not pleased with the plan to give the hot chocolate away.



"NO Mom and Dad do not giv this or ol kll you"

I told him that we don't tell people we will kill them because that is really mean, and he amended his threat as follows:

"or ol mak you do chors"




Monday, January 20, 2014

When My Brother's Family was in Town

The babies went on a car ride together.  My kid thinks cars are for making out.


We celebrated baby's first birthday.

After swimming and baseball (which my three-year-old loved), we watched Sandlot.  My 8 year-old daughter and 7 year-old niece were shocked by the comment in the movie, "You throw like a girl."  I was pleased to see that neither had heard that expression before.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

My job is swell.

1.  Once again, my office is mysteriously the only one around here to get on the Obama family Christmas card list.  This year it's a pop-up card!


 
2.  In other work-related bragging news,  I got an office with a window.  It only took 10 years.

3.  More importantly, this has been a great year for successful work in preventing infant mortality. It is exciting to have the opportunity to work in a job where we make a difference.

 http://www.deseretnews.com/article/865589475/Infant-mortality-rate-drops-amid-Pacific-Islander-moms-in-Utah.html?pg=all