Hippity hoppity...

Yes, I know that Easter isn't really "on its way" as the song goes, in fact it is long gone. It's a catchy title anyway. Easter was pretty typical this year - there were eggs and dye and hunting. The hunting actually began the day before Easter when I went out to find a few plastic eggs for the kids, and couldn't find any in 5 different stores. Was there some sort of plastic egg shortage this year? A terrible plastics factory meltdown? Some evil genious hoarding the plastic eggs to ruin Easter for children everywhere? And I know there are some of you sitting there, reading this in judgement, saying to yourselves or the person next to you "What kind of mother goes shopping for her Easter things the day before Easter? She deserved to have no plastic eggs left for her children." Perhaps it was YOU who went out and bought them all, just to punish those of us who aren't quite as organized as you are. The same people who already have their children's Halloween costumes made and waiting, and their Christmas presents purchased and wrapped. OVERACHIEVERS!!! But I digress...

In the end, we found a bag of tiny plastic Easter eggs from 1984 in a closet in the house here, and even if they smelled musky, they worked. Hey, real eggs don't smell good, why should plastic eggs?

First thing when we got outside, Jonathan finds his ball. Not an Easter present, mind you, but a ball that he has had for a couple of weeks now. Doesn't matter - he was excited to see it and in the basket it went. The result was that there was no room for eggs, and we couldn't talk him into taking the ball out, and so he was left wondering where to put the eggs he was finding. This one went in his pocket.

Once he realized he couldn't fit all the eggs in his pockets, he started taking out the ball each time he found an egg, putting the egg in, and then replacing the ball. It was a long egg hunt.

This was as close to everyone else as Jonathan would get without Daddy holding him - and as you can see he still has a death grip on his hand! At least he is smiling though, in the rest of them he was crying - he was in dire need of food and a nap.

We spent the afternoon at my dad's house in Alta, where we had our own private photo shoot.

Jonathan and Pa

Walk of Life

I had planned to actually catch up on my blogging, to post all the pictures and share the little anecdotes with you all that have happened in the first four months of this year. The best laid plans of mice and men...in otherwords, it isn't going to work out. Mainly because I have forgotten whatever witty repartee I had to share. So here is the deal - I am just going to post highlights with their pictures and start again from now. (Sounds familiar - I am pretty sure I've pulled this one before.) So here we go with our catch-up on our life:

For Valentine's Day, we had four kids and very little money, so we all went to Target and split up. We each had $5 and a person whom we were supposed to buy something for, and here is what we came up with:

March 17th was my 29th birthday, and I celebrated by going to sushi for lunch with family:

My step-mom Paula and sister Tara

Anna made the Honor Roll with another 4.0 for the second time this year:

And she tackled the 4th grade California Mission project:

Ok, so Easter will now be afforded its own post, and then I am at least within 30 days of the current date. School ends this week, so I promise to try and post things as they happen, rather than in flashback-form. It is a great tool in books and movies, but not so much in blogging.

Do you know the way to San Jose?

At the beginning of March, my friend Vanessa and I got adventurous and took our kids down to San Jose to the children's museum for a day. She has two kids, daughter Abbi, and son Jack, and I took my two boys. It took about two and a half hours to get to the museum, so it was lunch time by the time we got there. We sat on some benches to eat, and managed to get about halfway through before it started raining on us and we had to move under the overhang to finish. They don't allow outside food in the eating area of the museum. (Do the people who plan these things even have children, or just an evil love of money?) Once inside, there was plenty to see and do. 

The kids eating on the bench, pre-rain.

Such cute boys

Adam in firefighter gear

Driving the firetruck

Jonathan and his sometimes future-mother-in-law, sometimes girlfriend Vanessa

Adam dominating the dragon, not too long before...

...this happened. He ran into another kid and took the force of that kid's noggin in his eye. This picture doesn't do it justice - it was a big fat black eye that made it look like he had been boxing. We had to get an ice pack and fill out an accident report. It's not an official trip until someone gets hurt in our family.

There was an art area, and one wall was for painting on. Not great for teaching them that we only paint on paper, but fun none the less. The aprons were super cute.

Jonathan driving the old-time farm truck.

Adam and the corn-husk doll that he and I made.

Jonathan and a girl we don't know catching bubbles.

This bubble thing was cool - there was a line on a pully and when you pulled it up, it created this huge bubble. When you shook it, the bubble would wave back and forth.

Abbi making bubbles with the air nozzle.

Adam being "injured" on the gurney in the back of the ambulance - thankfully we haven't had to do this for real, yet.

Abbi and Jonathan in the water area - sadly I didn't actually get any pictures of the whole thing. Here, you put the ball on the track and it rolled down to the center, where a stream of water shot it into the air and into another track up higher.

The moms, still smiling near the end of the day.

Jonathan in the Vietnamese boat with the hat and everything - he actually could pass for a chubby little Asian boy.

Adam in the hat - he could never pass for Asian. And I don't know what is up with the picture - his teeth aren't really scary like that.

Happy baby Jack - he was really good all day.

Van and Abbi

On the way out, Adam insisted on getting his face painted (I told him in the beginning of the day that we would do it later, hoping he would forget...no such luck.) The twist here is that the kids are supposed to paint their own faces...there are even signs posted in the room to basically tell the parents not to do it. But no one was around to stop me, and there was no way I was going to let Adam do it himself when we were getting ready to leave. He said he wanted to be a tiger. I know you could already tell that from my awesome artistic skill, but just in case I thought I would let you know what he was supposed to be.

Van asked me if I would mind going 20 minutes out of the way to have dinner at this barbecue place she really likes (Gilroy is the closest one to us.) I said sure, even though I don't really care for restaurant bbq all that much. Let me tell you, it was excellent. I would go there again in a heartbeat. It is called Famous Dave's. This was our dessert that we split - and still were only able to eat half. Yum.

Overall, it was a great trip. The kids were really good all day, there were really no breakdowns (for either them or us) and aside from the black eye, it went off relatively without a hitch.