Friday

Friday was our ward's Easter egg hunt at the park. The kids had a great time playing with friends, playing in sand, and eating candy.

The weather was perfect. The kids got really dirty so I bathed them once we got home.

Steve came home late, but brought home some California rolls for us to enjoy. Steve is my favorite. Sushi is my favorite. I am excited to eat the raw stuff again one day. The day was tiring, but good.

Tuesday

While Mei Li was at joy school, Stephen and I had our first mother and son date in a long time. I asked him what he wanted to do and he told me that he wanted to go to the park. So we did.


We walked to the park hand in hand. Stephen put his other hand in his pocket, which melted my heart.

We pretended to sleep in the tunnel and he dragged me to the basketball court just to sit and ask me questions. "What's that?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?"


We picked Mei Li up from joy school and found the kids playing in the sand at the tot lot nearby. Stephen immediately joined in and the two covered themselves in sand.

I bathed the kids before Stephen's nap and while the water was draining, Stephen pooped in the bathtub. There is nothing I dislike more than poop in a bathtub. The kids thought it was pretty funny.

After I cleaned up the mess, the two of them stood in front of the mirror and took turns saying something to the "audience."

Mei Li: I'm wearing striped panties. Thank you.

Baby Guy: I pooped bathtub. Dank-oo.
(giggle)

Mei Li: I can do a somersault. Thank you.

Baby Guy: I pooped bathtub. Dank-oo.
(giggle)

It completely made up for the mess I had to clean up. Those kids know how to make me laugh. Oh I love those two.

My favorite thing

Split-rail fences

This one is by my house and these are my children walking to the park together. I still brought my stroller, for I don't know what reason.

What's your favorite color?

The Lost Boy.

Ie Ling and I went to the park with the kids this afternoon. We were there for an hour before it started raining. Virginia has been doing a lot of that lately.

There was a teenage boy at the park for our entire visit. He was blasting his music for the whole park to hear. As we walked out of the park, he was sitting on a post. Just as we passed him, he yelled,

"Yo! Do you know where the emos hang out?!"

Ie Ling and I responded, "No, sorry." I really feel bad about this, but I laughed. I was caught completely off guard. I was a mother of two pushing a big, orange stroller, dressed in Target and Gap, and for some reason he thought that I might know where emos hang out. It sort of looked like he wasn't actually an emo himself, but wanted to be. He looked lost. Poor kid.

Do you know where the emos hang out? The next time I see him maybe I can give him some more information. Better yet, I'll just tell him where the Mormons hang out.