Easter, Brought to You By: The Bee Movie

What says "Easter" more than bees? Apparently last year (or was it the year before?) "The Bee Movie" came out right around Easter time. As a part of their multi-pronged marketing push, somehow we acquired an official "Bee Movie" Easter Egg Decorating Kit complete with Bee Movie stickers, Bee Movie egg holders, and other Bee Movie branded Easter items. As long as there is money to be made I suppose we'll have sponsors for everything. (Speaking of which, this Friday is brought to you by Nathan and Megan.)





Despite the corporate sponsorship, we had a wonderful Easter. We tried our best to help the kids remember and understand that the true reason for Easter is to celebrate the Resurrection, and that egg hunts and bunnies are just a fun tradition that we do. They got the right answer every time we quizzed them--except, of course, when we were in public and asked them the reason for Easter, in which case they purposefully threw the game and answered the question wrong to ensure that we didn't get too proud of our parenting skills. (How thoughtful!)


Alison, Kaitlyn and Maxwell each participated in egg hunts at various locations and were successfully able to gorge on sweets (thanks Carroll family and Grandma and Grandpa Carlson!). Max was particularly slow, however, because he thought you were supposed to consume everything in one egg before moving on to the next one.

On Easter morning, the Easter bunny left some baskets with fun toys and treat-filled eggs for the kids. And, Alison made cute cards on her own for each of us wishing us a Happy Easter!

We also made sure to procure the traditional Easter outfits--and our kids looked absolutely adorable (in our highly biased and opinionated view)!

All in all, a wonderful Easter. We hope yours was too.

Random Stories, Wonderlab and General Conference

Stories about our children, in no particular order:

Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn. She just says whatever comes to her mind. The other day as she was going on and on she said, "...I love Rebecca (her friend from church and from pre-school) more than Jesus. But, I do love Jesus."

Here she is building the "temple" out of building blocks in our empty dining room.


We've mentioned Kaitlyn's stylish outfits before. Let's see one of her latest:

Below Kaitlyn is sporting a pair of pajama pants on her arms as as a bolero sleeve thingy, a night gown with only one arm in the sleeve, another pair of pajama pants as pants, and a green head band with a pink headband wrapped around it to look like a flower.


Maybe we could make it a weekly feature--Kaitlyn's Crazy Outfit of the Week.

For Spring Break, Megan asked the kids what they wanted to do during their week off of school. Their suggestions included: ride bikes, eat Macaroni and Cheese, develop innovative homemade pizza products and services, and go to WonderLab. Megan uploaded several pictures from the week so we could blog about them. However, since I was out of town while Megan accomplished all of these Spring Break activities, I'll just have to guess at what it all means.

At WonderLab they had a powerful shrinking machine which was able to miniturize Alison and her friend (Rebecca's sister) Susan. Either that or they had a giant, two-story, spider web inside the building that the kids loved climbing on. Ali told me at least 5 times about the "giant leaf" they could play on when we spoke on the phone.


Both Max and Kaitlyn enjoyed the lighted table with the green plastic implementations. It was probably their favorite.


Max (and Megan) really liked the powerful magnet which was able to hold nails, bolts and washers so strongly that you couldn't pull them off. It was probably their favorite.


When Max wasn't trying to learn the secrets of electricity and magnetism, currents, magnetic fields, forces and the right-hand rule (he's pretty advanced for his age), he was busy trying to jam out on the colored drum-pad looking things. He also liked the big square brown thing in the background. Probably.


Another crowd favorite at the WonderLabs was the full-size wall of nails where you could crash your body parts into one side and see the form of your shapes on the other side. (Alongside Kaitlyn in this picture is the saintly Rebecca.)


As last weekend was General Conference and we were able to watch it on BYUTV, we set up tables in front of the TV and printed off the traditional conference packets with the usual try-to-get-your-kids-to-pay-attention games: General Conference talk bingo, General Authority tie coloring pages, and General Conference announcement trivia questions (How many members? Who is the new member of the Quorum of the Twelve? How many missionaries? Etc.).

While we've done this every year, this time it seemed to work especially well--so much so that Alison was concerned on Sunday night after conference was over that she didn't hear President Packer speak. I reassured her that I heard him speak during the Priesthood Session on Saturday night.

Even Max got into it. Briefly.

The Law of the Harvest

Weekends are full of fun. And by "fun" I mean "projects." That's right, I said projects are fun. Futbol! About a week ago Megan and I were chatting about the economy, the state of the world, self-reliance and counsel from the leaders of the church and we concluded that one of these days we should plant a garden. The next day, Megan had already consulted a variety of sources and determined what kind of garden it was that we should procure.

So, at the next available opportunity we (and by "we" I mean "Megan and the kids" since I was in Pittsburgh for business) went to Home Depot and picked up some treated wood, Behr Premium Paint (note: only buy Behr), screws and garden soil. Then, Saturday morning between sessions of General Conference we set out to farm.

Step 1 was assembling the wood components. Megan took care of that while I was gone too. Next, we picked a place to place the planks. Since we plan on acquiring a basketball hoop for the end of our driveway at some point we shot an airball from an appropriate distance to make sure that a real airball would have a low probability of bouncing into the garden and ruining our hard work.


Since the ground was extremely muddy, and since the "grass" in our backyard is rather patchy, I decided that an essential next step was tight rolling my jeans (like you had to do in 7th grade) in order to keep from completely enmuddifying my apparel.


When Alison and Kaitlyn saw how much fun digging up patchy sod was, they begged us to join in. We obliged by giving them shovels and instructions.


However, it wasn't long until they politely returned the shovels.


After we installed the special garden soil, Max was anxious to consume some of the fruits of our labor. So, he took a Wheat Thin and scooped up a big dip full of soil and helped himself to a big mouthful and found out that the vegetables weren't done yet.

Megan shared Max's sentiment when she said, "We've spent 8 hours working on this garden and I still don't have any vegetables to show for it."

Finally, we planted some carrots in random places, some peas, some lettuce and some other stuff. In 75 days we'll let you know how it all turned out.

(Pictures courtesy of our neighbor Amy, who came running out when she saw what we were doing and said, "I'm taking pictures so you can blog about it.")

Yeti, Teeth, Forts, Fans and Futbol

It was Saturday morning and Alison was scurrying to get ready for the day when she was attacked by a band of yeti living in the forest behind our house. Oh wait. That didn't happen. She was, however, trying to get her shoes on, and as she was gritting her teeth trying to tie her shoes as tightly as she could she suddenly noticed that her front tooth was missing. She came running up the stairs in tears saying, "I'm bleeding" and "It feels really strange." After about 10 minutes she calmed down when she realized that her new incisorless mouth was about to result in an economic windfall. It turns out she was right. That very night the Tooth Fairy (or Tooth Elf--I'm not exactly sure since photographic proof of its existence is sketchy, just like the yeti) exchanged her tooth for a nice, new $1 bill. I think I'll try convincing her to invest it...

Since I know you're dying to see, here's our little toothless girl having lost her first tooth:


Kaitlyn responded to Ali's loss with a startling realization: "I'm definitely going to brush my teeth now. I don't want my teeth to fall out!"

Kaitlyn (and Alison) also had a great time this past week making a "fort" that took up our entire living room using our good church reference books as stakes to anchor down the comforters. They carefully arranged the Dora fold-out bed underneath as well as every other blanket, pillow or soft material they could find. This fort was all good unless you got stuck on one side of it and needed something on the other side. Probably. (Note the nice chair rail which we installed personally.)


As for Max, it looks like the Terrible Two's are starting early. He is into everything. The other afternoon, after it was apparent that Mr. Max had woken up from his nap, Megan kept hearing a clicking sound. When she went in to investigate she found that he had arranged the toy in his crib so that he could stand on it and was reaching the switch on the wall--turning the fan off and on. Apparently, he was quite entertained by his superior mastery of fan control.

One more Ali story and then a Nathan and Megan story.

In church on Sunday the children were learning a new Primary song. Ali's teacher (who happens to be Megan's mother) asked her to sing along. Alison responded, "I don't know the words to that song but I know all the songs from High School Musical 3!" I'm not sure they're going to do any songs from High School Musical in the Children's Sacrament Meeting Program this year--but I'll check, because if so, we're golden!

Lastly, you may recall that we visited Washington D.C. several months ago. As were at a stoplight the car next to us rolled down its window and the driver asked us for directions on how to get across the bridge. Since we had been lost multiple times going back and forth across the bridge, we tried, as best we could to give her directions. Unfortunately, the light turned green and the cars behind us started honking so we ended up just saying and pointing, "Go that way!" As soon as we had turned and rolled up our window I said, "Sucka!" We gave her right directions, but given the situation we may as well not have. Ever since then we have used "Sucka" in a variety of ways: to mean, "fooled you" or "I won" or "I got you to listen to me" or in about a baker's dozen other ways and times. Well, the children have started using it a little too frequently, and while cute and funny, we decided that it's probably not the best habit to be in, so we've had to outlaw the use of the word. Megan suggested that we could say, "Soccer!" and that would be funny. I concurred, but thought it was probably too close to the original, and wouldn't discourage the kids from saying it. The word for "Soccer" in Spanish is "Futbol." Now we just say "Futbol" to mean "Sucka." Try it out. I think you'll like it.

Dad's In Charge

Yesterday Megan drove down to Kentucky with her mom for a Stampin' Up party hosted by one of Megan's customers. Since Megan's Stampin' Up business is privately held it's tough to get an accurate estimate of the financials, but, I'm guessing it's pretty lucrative. I'm glad I'm married to the best demonstrator in the world.

Megan's day-trip south, left me in charge of all 4 of us children--er, the 3 kids and me. So, I did my best to equal Megan's exceptional parenting ability. Let me start off by saying that last weekend Megan had a bout with strep throat--which left me in charge again. Somehow, we all survived that little episode, so Megan was somehow confident enough to try leaving me in charge a second time.

Let's see how I did:

We started off the afternoon with a bike ride down to the neighborhood park/playground. Ali is really a whiz on two wheels now, and Kaitlyn is as confident as anyone on her bike with training wheels. Max is a very supportive stroller passenger. After about 15-20 minutes at the park, the kids were hungry so we returned home.

When we got home, the kids insisted on eating Extreme Moose Tracks ice cream. Hey, I'm not a bad dad; they were still hungry, so I gave them a second bowl full.

Since I put Max down for his afternoon nap, and Ali and Kaitlyn were all sugared up from lunch, I had to find a way to put their energy to good use. We decided to play a game of Jenga. Since, we don't own Jenga, we had to settle for its cheap and generic equivalent, which we do own: Rainbow Tumbling Tower. We played several rounds before discovering that it was actually more fun to knock the pieces down than to set them up. So, we decided to use the pieces as dominoes. Ali got all of the yellow and blue pieces; Kaitlyn got all of the red pieces. Dad's job was to make sure that no one knocked each other's pieces down before they were ready to be knocked down. However, we soon tired of constantly cleaning up the pieces.

Max woke up and we moved on to the game of Twister. The first matchup was Dad vs. Alison. Kaitlyn controlled the spinner and shouted out the commands: "Blue!" When we asked her what was supposed to go on blue, she responded with a puzzled look on her face. We played a free form version of Twister. Ali won by pushing me over. That left Ali and Kaitlyn in the championship battle. I'm not sure who officially won, but from the photo below, I would probably guess that Kaitlyn lost.

Max looked on with the fat lip he got on Friday. (That will teach him to take on a sidewalk twice his size!)

After Twister, we went for another bike ride which led to playing with friends in the cul-de-sac for 90 minutes. When I was lambasted for recommending we let our friends go eat dinner (and go eat dinner ourselves), I was shunned. I suggested that they could say "Dad, thanks for letting us play" and refer to me as "Best Dad Ever", but they seemed unenthused by my ideas.

Dinner went extremely well: I didn't burn the Bagel Bites so badly that they were inconsumable.

After dinner, I loaded the kids up in the car and hauled them off to Home Depot so I could purchase some new blinds for our bathroom (What? Butcher paper taped over the windows isn't fashionable?) as well as some other home improvement essentials.

After reading scriptures together, I put the kids to bed only 30 minutes late and began work on my house projects and general house cleaning, vacuuming, wiping and straightening so that Megan would be pleasantly surprised when she got home. Unfortunately, Megan made it home just before I finished doing the dishes (although she was genuinely surprised by the blinds and other projects I was able to complete).

In summary, Megan is amazing, and I'm grateful for everything she does for our family. Please don't let her go out of town again.

The Climbing Max

Max is becoming quite functional. He understands virtually everything we say, and is actually surprisingly obedient. I'm sure he'll stay that way forever.

He's also starting to say words. Real, actual words not just grunting and pointing like he's done for the past several months.

His known words/phrases include:

• "Da-Da"
• "Ma-Ma"
• "Luh" (meaning "light")
• "No"
• "Bye bye"
• "Eye"
• "Hi"
• "Ere-is" (meaning "there he is"--after playing peek-a-boo)
• "Nose" (accompanied with grabbing your nose, twisting, and generally trying to rip your nose off of your face)
• "Ball"
• Shaking his head "yes" and "no"

Additionally, he is also becoming quite adept as things such as climbing on the table to consume any remaining food inadvertently left on the table.

Not to worry, however, because the crumbs he can't finish eating himself, he likes to vacuum up with the handheld vacuum cleaner.

Hopefully he'll soon become adept at getting a haircut (and we'll come adept at taking high quality photos with our new Canon SLR camera).

It's A Rock Star Outfit

The other day I was down in my office in the basement working hard (or hardly working--depending on whether you ask me or ask Megan) when Kaitlyn came into the room. She took a few steps forward and then twirled around with pride, showing off the outfit she had obviously picked out herself.

I carefully observed her outfit--pajama top under a swimsuit and jean shorts (it was 30 degrees outside) with High School Musical sunglassess--and said, "Kaitlyn...that is the craziest outfit I've ever seen."

Without missing a beat she replied, "It's a rock star outfit!"

As we've mentioned numerous times, Kaitlyn is our little "girly girl." She loves dolls. She loves dresses. She loves dancing. And, she loves playing dress up. Megan tried a little experiment: documenting every outfit than Kaitlyn wore during one 24-hour period. Let's review the results below:

Outfit 1: White leggings, pink pajama top and white tank top.

Outfit 2: Pajama pants, normal blue shirt and white tank top.

Outfit 3: Same pajama pants, jean skirt and new, white long-sleeved shirt.


Outfit 4: Same pajama pants, same jean skirt and swimsuit as a shirt.


Outfit 5: Ballarina leotard. (She's only supposed to wear this on Saturday's when she actually has ballet class.)


Outfit 6: Ballarina leotard, white tank top and socks.

It's no wonder she complains about never having any clean clothes--she wears everything she owns once every single day!

(Pictures by Megan. Text by Nathan.)