Easter Eggs

 I seem to have missed the memo regarding posting lots of cute family Easter portraits on Facebook.  All my friends are doing it.  I feel left out.  But we didn't take any cute family portraits on Easter.  We did take some pictures of the eggs we dyed though.  We are not exactly traditionalists when it comes to Easter Egg dying.  Take a look:

You should see the mutant gingerbread people we make at Christmas.

All I Wanted Was a Snow Day!

When Erin and Bayley began attending Pike's Peak Community College a couple of years ago, I signed on for the email and text alerts, thinking mainly of those blessed mornings when the college would close for snow.  Well, in the 3 years' time since then I have very rarely received such a message, and when I have they usually read something like this:; "Due to snow, the Falcon campus is closed.  ALL OTHER campuses are open."  No one here has classes at the Falcon campus and we really don't appreciate hearing about their frequent cancellations.  However, I do get texts from the college, they just are not usually about snow.  A sampling of text alerts I have received:

"The Rampart Range campus is on full lockdown.  An armed gunman has been reported in the vicinity."
(Our kids aren't at this campus)

"An armed gunman has been reported at the centennial campus.  The campus is on full lockdown."
(Our kids DO attend this campus.  There is also a shooting range at this campus.  This poor guy neglected to remove his gun before entering the book store and initiated an impromptu lockdown drill)

"There has been an attempted armed robbery at the something bank next door to the downtown studio campus.  The suspect fled west, towards the campus."  (Bayley does have classes at this campus too.  I looked this one up.  The guy pointed a gun at someone, demanded money, then got scared and ran.)

"Fort Carson has alerted us that there is an unexploded explosive device near the fence between the base and the Centennial Campus.  Personnel from the base are on the scene.  There is no immediate danger to the campus.  The auto shop has been evacuated."  (Apparently there was some danger to the auto shop at least).

"There is a grass fire just east of the centennial campus.  Fire crews are on the scene.  Lots of smoke.  There is no immediate danger to the campus."  (Unless you needed to get out of the parking lot in a hurry, because all those fire crews were seriously blocking traffic.  I know, I was actually there for this one)

"The hydrochloric acid leak in Monument is not expected to affect operations at the Rampart Range campus."  (This one came in at about 6:30 am, when you would most expect the snow day kind of announcement, but alas it was only a train leaking acid and causing the evacuation of some 200+ homes  a few miles north of campus).

So, sometimes I wonder, is it really better to be this informed, or would I rather not know?  None of these incidents ended up actually affecting my family, (except for the traffic jam caused by the grass fire).  The failed bank robber was apprehended outside of campus, the fire was quickly and successfully extinguished, the poor guy with the gun in the book store got things sorted out and I guess Fort Carson must have taken care of whatever 'explosive device,' they accidentally left out by the fence,  even the acid leak was contained without major mishap.  But every time I get one of these messages on my phone I experience a moment of panic.  But I can't give up on the chance that one day the message will be that classes are cancelled for snow.  And not just at the Falcon campus.

General Conference Weekend Celebrations

In our house, General Conference weekend means cinnamon rolls for breakfast and cold cut sandwiches with chips and lemonade for lunch with both meals being leisurely consumed as we watch and listen to conference sessions. This time we actually got to watch on our TV instead of the tiny computer screen as we can now hook up a laptop to the TV. Don't ask me how, I am the one who still needs to ask for help whenever I want to access Netflix Instant on the TV. Sad, I know. In between sessions we have time to clean up the remains of our meals and play together in the yard or at the park. The traditions have made such an impression on Fionnula that she is sure that General Conference is actually a holiday, and Saturday morning, she cheerfully greeted each family member as they emerged from their bedrooms with "Happy General Conference!" And, in fact, asked me if we had any decorations for General Conference. Even though we are attired mostly in sweats, yoga pants or even jammies, and even though there are puzzles and coloring books and crayons scattered about the room as we listen, most of the kids are paying pretty close attention and several are taking copious notes, partly because next weekend we will play General Conference Jeopardy and the competition can be fierce.

Last October the entire game changed directions with the question "Name one of the places that it was announced a new temple will be built." Up until this time, Liam had been growing increasingly bored and less attentive as question after question had been asked and answered by someone other than he, mostly by older siblings who had conference notes to guide them. He could only be entertained for so long by the tasks of ringing the bell for his team or by getting to erase the points from the dry erase board as a question was chosen. By this point in the game, he was lying in my lap, seemingly completely unaware of the riotous game going on about him, but the the temple question was read and there was a split second of utter silence as all those note-takers realized that not one of them had the vital information in their notes. Then we became aware that Liam had leaped from my lap and was making a desperate lunge for the bell, his team mates had no time to react in their alarm that he was going to ring the bell and LOSE them points because he couldn't possibly know the answer, before he slammed his little hand down on that bell and shouted out "Indiana!" He had won the game for his team. I don't think that question will make the cut this year, as everyone in the house is very aware that a new temple here in Colorado was announced. I think a few of my children already have plans to marry in a Fort Collins temple instead of Denver.

Last night, after the last session of Conference, Kris and I decided that instead of our usual Sunday evening Family Home Evening lesson, just a family game would be appropriate and accordingly, Kris prepared a list of questions for our family's version of The Newly-Wed Game. The kids were assigned partners by pulling numbers out of a bowl and one of each partnership was sent from the room while the others answered questions such as; What would your team mate say was the worst thing that ever happened to them? What Harry Potter character are you most like? What are you most afraid of? What is your favorite play-doh color? For the most part, the kids amazed me with their abilty to zero in on who their siblings favorite musicians were or what their favorite picture books were. Amik's announcement that his favorite play-doh color was brown was met with all around disgust from the whole room. Fionn totally surprised us when she correctly guessed that Ronan had answered "What was your teammate's most embarrasing memory?" with "Oh... the time I told Liam that when I was a baby I fell in the toilet and Daddy had to rescue me." I should mention here that Fionn is prone to making up stories about 'when I was a baby,' and that this incident NEVER happened, nor have I ever even heard her tell this tale, which makes it all the more remarkable that Ronan was sure she would say it was her most embarrassing moment and that it was exactly what she did say. Kegan and Bayley, I am pretty sure were cheating shamelessly by signalling one another across the room, even as they were loudly protesting any time Fionn or Liam were offered any help whatsoever. Not that it did us any good, I tried to make sure Rhys knew most of the answers that Fionn needed, and when he would whisper in Fionn's ear that he was sure that Ronan was most afraid of a Bogart, Fionn would reply "No. I am not going to say that!" Or else yell out that she thought Rhys was trying to cheat. And Liam it turned out needed very little help in guessing Rhys's answers anyway, I think he even got that Rhys's favorite musical group was The Beatles without any help. But maybe I just missed it. Erin and Noah seemed the most convinced that they would never get each other's responses but Erin easily named his favorite toy and he knew what she wanted to do when she grew up ( I think she already grew up, while I was looking the other way!) The hilarity really reached it's peak though when Aislin was asked what Amik said he was most afraid of. I don't remember what Aislin said, but I do remember the look of incredulity on Amik's face that she hadn't guessed the obvious answer correctly and the total matter of fact tone he used when he said "The zombie apocalypse! Duh!"

St Patrick's Day Parade

Things we saw at the St Patrick's Day Parade:

Bagpipers, at least 3 separate bands. Awesome. Bagpipers are why I go to the St Patrick's day parade.

Irish step dancers, wearing black sweat suits, those impossibly curly wigs, and not dancing.

About 5 middle school bands. One of which even had flag girls. I am always impressed with the drum majors who walk backwards the whole parade. I can't always depend on my ability to walk forward without tripping or running into something.

An elementary all-recorder "band." Which could not be heard at all over the revving motorcycle engines behind them.

Motorcycles. Lots of very loud motorcycles whose riders were riding them like a toddler rides a push bike, pushing it along with both feet on the ground. I guess the incessant motor-revving was to remind us that they were actually cool bikers.

Scary clowns. Liam hid behind me whenever the clowns appeared. Bayley barely resisted the urge to do the same.

People driving Buicks, Since when was Buick ownership so cool that you joined a club and rode in parades? We used to own a Buick. It wasn't cool.

Shriners. Lots of Shriners. Shriners on horses. Shriners in cars. Shriners playing in a band on a float.

4H kids. Some with goats and some with Llammas. One carrying a chicken and one carrying a duck. And one riding a bike with a rabbit in the basket.

People dressed in cow costumes, line dancing and trying to convince us all to eat more chicken.

People dressed in Gorilla costumes, wearing pink tutus, line dancing and trying to convince us to drink at their bar. Followed closely by people passing out designated driver info. Aislin was handed one of their magnets. Apparently she looks like a heavy drinker.

A man walking on stilts while twirling an impossibly big hula hoop.

A sixty year old woman sporting a fox tail on her rear end.

People riding those old bicycles with the huge front wheels. Were these ever practical? Who thought of them? And when did it occur to some genius that it would be way easier to make bikes a more reasonable height?

Political candidates. One who wore green tights, running shorts, and rainbow socks. I am voting for him.

A giant foil wrapped burrito balloon.

And this is what I heard from my children, most of whom were initially extremely enthusiastic when I proposed going to said parade, throughout the whole two hours:

"Is it over yet?"

"I want to go home."

"I can't see."

"I want to go home."

"Can I have a tic-tac."

"I want to go home."

"Oh great, thanks lady, I always wanted lung cancer." (Directed at the 60 year old woman with the foxtail who seemed intent on finishing her pack of cigarettes before the parade ended.)

I didn't take any pictures. But if you are really interested the guy standing next to me video taped the entire two hours (!), maybe I could find him for you.

In which I am Found in the Kitchen in my Underwear in the Middle of the Night

So, we put our kids to bed promptly at 10:00 last night. What?! It was Oscars night! And even though the pretty darn boring broadcast was actually over early, there was still the tallying up of everyone's ballots here to see who got the most right. Kris did, he always does. But I did get best movie and best actor right. (Go, Mr Darcy!).

Anyway, we put the kids to bed. Fionn, who had spent most of the evening lying on the couch in fever-induced lethargy and occasionally kicking and thrashing out at anyone who dared encroach upon her space, came to bed with us. Preparing to sleep with a five year old who was putting out enough heat to warm the whole room, I decided to forego PJs and just snuggled down under the covers in my underwear with my live little heating element and went right to sleep.

Then, about an hour or so later, Fionn began to kick, and clutch, and grope and cry "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy," and occasionally giggle maniacally, which was a bit disturbing and made it well, really hard for me or Kris to sleep anymore. The cold medicine was downstairs on the mantel where I left it after the last time I dosed Liam a couple days ago, so, I scooped her up and we went in search of the medicine. With her begging me not to make her take the nasty stuff, but her lucidity when faced with the horror of grape flavored cold medicine was actually somewhat comforting to me.

Then things got good. I poured the medicine, but then Fionn began to gag and then proceeded to puke on the kitchen floor. Amik heard all the commotion and came upstairs to help and I sent him to the garage in search of a puke bucket (aka 'Party Pail') since my frantic search in the tupperware cabinet had proven fruitless. Well, when you open the garage door without turning off the alarm system, the alarm starts with a little warning beep. If you put the code in before the beeping stops everything is good, if not then the alarm goes off in earnest emitting an ear-splitting electronic scream that would scare the living daylights out of anyone who ever dared break into my house. So far, it has only ever done so to us though, because we are the only ones who have ever set it off. So last night, I couldn't get the stupid key pad to work. I swear I punched in that code four times and it never took. And that is why last night at about 11:30 the scene in my kitchen when people came running from all over the house at the sound of the alarm was of me standing in my kitchen in my underwear frantically punching the keys on the alarm system, while Fionn puked and cried and held her hands over her ears at my feet.

So, now I know, even if everyone in the house seems to be asleep when you creep down the stairs with a feverish baby just to grab some medicine really quick--put some clothes on, because, well, you never know what might transpire before you can creep back up the stairs to your bed.

The Beach in February

You know what Kris and I did this weekend?

We walked on the beach. A lot.

And took pictures of seals.

And sea lions.

And sunsets.

And multi-million dollar homes on the beach.

And collected sand dollars. And ate cheesecake for lunch. And slept in the sun (maybe that was just me). And walked on the beach some more. And laughed just a little at the women in their bikinis and Ugg boots. Why do you own any kind of boot at all if you live in San Diego? And ate frozen yogurt for dinner. And tried really hard to make our 3 ounce bottle of sunscreen last 3 days. It didn't. And bought chocolate at Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory--in San Diego. And laughed a lot at the road sign that said "Move Only on Green." Except, apparently, that road sign was necessary. And walked on the beach some more.

You know what our kids did?

They went to school and work. They played Apples to Apples. And PS3. And watched movies. And ate macaroni and cheese. And pizza. And goofed around a lot on Skype for their parents' amusement. And generally took care of one another and the house, and while I am sure they are covering for one another a bit, everyone seems to have mostly gotten along. And, except for a few bumps Fionn was sure to point out to us, everyone seems to be in one piece too.

The Zoo with Cousins

One beautifully warm and sunny winter day last month we went to the Denver Zoo and were met there by cousins Ande and Kyle and their momma too (John ditched us). Ande, Kyle and parents have recently moved back to Colorado, we missed them and are happy to have them back.

Amik with Kyle

Fionnula and Ande

We are generally lovers of zoos, and have visited a handful of others, but the Denver Zoo feels very much like it is ours.  We have been visiting there since our family began.

We celebrated Erin's first birthday at the Denver Zoo. She made kitten noises at the mountain lions.

Once, we took Erin, Bayley, Kegan and Rhys to see the holiday zoo lights. We got there and realized we had forgotten to bring the girls' coats. It was cold and dark and after bedtime. We ended up bundling the girls into the double stroller with lots of blankets. I pushed the girls and Kris carried a toddler on each arm through the whole zoo. By the time we were done, Kris's arms were so sore he could barely move them.

When Kegan was two we went to the Denver Zoo with our LaFond cousins on Christmas Day (yes, really, Christmas Day). A snowball fight that day nearly turned lethal when Kegan tripped, smacked his face on a rock and broke his nose! He effectually ruined Uncle Greg's jacket with the copious amounts of blood that flowed freely from his face. Most of my kids, even those who were not yet born that Christmas, can still point out that offending rock.

That was back when Enrights and LaFonds lived about 20 minutes from one another. Years later, they traveled from Pennsylvania to visit us in Colorado Springs and we wanted to go to the Denver Zoo together, of course. The day of the zoo trip turned out to be rainy, but we went anyway. Mostly the rain just effected the picnic part of the day, not the moods of anyone involved. At lunchtime we piled into the two vehicles to eat our lunches. Everyone was happily eating and chatting and loudly laughing when in the bus there was a sudden and complete silence followed by a loud chorus of "Ewwwww! Gross!" And an extremely efficient evacuation of the bus. Rain was nothing compared to remaining in the vehicle that poor Ronan had just puked in.

Last June we met cousin Alison for the first time at the Denver zoo.

Ronan and Liam up a tree

Alison under the tree

Cousins and zoos sort of go together I guess.

Ronan, Kyle, and Amik