killing easter eggs

James: "Mom, is that the stuff we use to kill the eggs?"

Me: "Huh?"

James: "The stuff to kill the Easter eggs."

Me: (Pause) "Huh?"

James: "That thing we're doing tonight."

Me: "Ahh, you mean the stuff we use to 'dye' the eggs. Uh, that's actually a different word than the 'die' you're thinking of. But yes."

I shouldn't be surprised that James is finding a way to make even Easter a spooky holiday. Killing Easter eggs. Check out this cracked egg he dyed. He loved it because it looked like a creepy spider web.

And I wasn't at all surprised when he came home from school with this one-eyed, fang-baring Easter bunny. Sadly, neither was his teacher. It seems he turns almost every art project into some kind of monster.

Despite trying to give this sacred holiday a Halloween spin, James was actually very interested in the meaning of Easter. He learned quite a bit about the Savior's death and resurrection in school last week, and came home with some good questions. After a long discussion about why Jesus had to die, his response was, "Mom, how come when I ask you questions you talk for such a long time?" Oops. Apparently I bored him. Hopefully something sunk in.

He was most excited about the Easter egg hunts and the surprises he was expecting from the Easter bunny. We had a fun Primary egg hunt on Saturday at the church. The boys had so much fun, but James was "super mad" that Addy found more eggs than he did. He thought it was "so not fair." But it was still the "best day ever."



Christian was on call today (third Easter in a row, poor fellow), but he made it home in time for our egg hunt. James loved his new sunglasses (he's been eying them for about a month at WalMart).

Grandma Holly got them each a book and we read them several times today. I love good kids books! These are both winners.

It's so nice to have this Earth book as a reference. James has been asking me how whirlpools, volcanoes, and lightning work, and my answers until today have not been sufficient. Now we have all the details he needs. Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!

Of course 95% of the candy was consumed today. Here's James' candy sandwich, made from two Laffy Taffys and four jelly beans. Needless to say, the sugar high lasted most of the day.

But it really was a wonderful day. We are so thankful for our Savior and the chance we had to think about him and celebrate the wonderful gift he's given us. We hope you all had a wonderful day, too!

addy's his own man

When it was time to potty train Addy, I was extremely reluctant. I had a very bad experience with James, and I was dreading doing it over again. We waited a little longer with Ads and tried not to push him. He's seemed ready for a long time. So about a month after his 3rd birthday, I finally threw him a "Potty Party."

For those of you unfamiliar with this concept, it's basically an all-day potty training session, which at the end of your child should be 100% potty trained. It ends with a big party with a cake and presents and lots of hooplah. And it works--for about one day.

Addy actually did great for a few weeks, with only minimal accidents. He even rode 16 hours in the car without a problem. He was a pro the whole time we were in Utah for Christmas. But something happened when we returned. Suddenly, he was having an accident every time. He wasn't going in the potty AT ALL. For three weeks I felt like I was beating my head against a wall. My friends watched me freak out as he had multiple accidents at every play date. I was sick of washing a load of wet/poopy clothes each night, and ready to put him back in Pull-Ups full time. We even tried a "potty watch" (really just my running watch that has a timer) that sounded an alarm every hour to remind him to go potty. Nothing worked.

Then one day I was out of Pull-Ups, and I didn't want buy a huge box from Costco, or to go all the way to Wal-Mart for a small pack. I stopped by the Fred Meyer down the street and was totally shocked by the price of the Pull-Up brand there. So I opted for the small, cheap Fred Meyer version, determined to get this kid trained before they were gone.

The next couple of nights I put Addy in a pair of the cheap training pants to sleep in. One night that week, Christian went up to quell a disturbance (as is his nightly ritual), only to find Addy running around his room buck naked. He had removed him jammies and training pants and refused to put them back on. He wanted to wear big-boy underwear because he's a big boy now, and the training pants felt "yucky." Christian, no doubt wanting to get the kid back in bed so he could return to his TV show, relented and put him in underwear. Best parenting decision ever.

The next morning, to my great surprise, he was dry. And from that night on, he hasn't had a single accident. I haven't had to remind him or drag him to the bathroom--he has gone completely on his own. I guess he just needed to decide for himself that he was going to do it. A testament to his independent nature. You gotta love this kid.

So if you're struggling with potty training, try switching out the cushy Cadillac training pants for the cheapest things you can find. Or go a size smaller so they're really uncomfortable. You can tell them they're getting too big for Pull-Ups. And maybe they'll decide on their own like Addy did. Or not. Who knows--this parenting thing is definitely a crap shoot sometimes.