The Rest of Spring Break AKA Murphy's Delayed Reprise

Ha ha, doubters! I'm back for the conclusion of our spring break adventures. I left off last time trying to decide how to spend our Thursday. First of all, the variety of popsicle stick creations multiplied. I'm not sure how many sticks of hot glue the kids went through, but I don't think I care when considering how much they enjoyed it. I ran down to pay for the car repairs and exchange Jeremy's car with the van. While I was out, I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some scone dough. I'm not much into frying food, but we recently discovered that the wok makes a handy fryer. You can adjust the temperature easily and it has a deepish well for holding oil+food. Another benefit on this particular day was its independence from the stove, which repair I was still waiting upon.

While we waited, the kids were getting stir crazy, so I decided we should try some microwave "baking." I found a recipe for Chocolate Oreo Rice Krispie Squares. We substituted mint Oreo cookies since that was what we had left over from our Monday picnic. My review is that it wasn't the most super-fantastic-blowyourmind treat, but it satisfied my chocolate craving, smelled really good, and was quick and easy and child friendly.

The oven fix-it guy arrived and determined the malfunction was with the computer. Not a cheap deal, but at this point it was better than having to buy a whole new appliance. He was able to replace it on the spot, and I'm pleased to say I haven't had any problems since. The only downside, beside the cost, is that it has a more annoying beep--it really bugs the kids--and the number 9 looks funny. I suppose we can cope.

In the meantime, we had an unexpected visit from Grandma. She'd been working on a quilt for Morgan's bed and stopped by to deliver the finished product. I should have taken a before picture, because Morgan's bed used to be a mishmash of about 4 or 5 crib-sized blankets. Now she has a happy bed. I took this after picture when I found Morgan later that day just sitting and playing on her new, pretty bed. She loves it.

Friday Jeremy took the day off of work and we decided to go to the movies. The kids were split between The Lorax and Journey 2: The Mysterious Island. I'm quite convinced which would have been the more quality and socially conscientious choice, but since when were those primary reasons for making any decision? Journey 2 was playing at the cheaper [and stinkier and stickier] theater, so naturally that's where we went. Afterward, we let the kids choose a place to eat, and so we headed to Golden Corral. As much as I want to just sit and be served, the kids went home stuffed and happy. We also stopped to find some new shoes for Caleb to replace his duct taped ones. He needed size 11. We looked for pants, too, but apparently stores don't sell size 30 x 34.

Saturday was just a get things done day. We cleaned house, worked in the yard, trimmed the rose bushes, did laundry, things like that. The kids played with friends. Nothing too monumental.

On Sunday I got around to taking the Easter picture of the kids I meant to take the week before. This time at least I wasn't scrambling out the door trying to be on time to practice with the choir and making sure I had everything I needed for my Sunday School lesson. This time it was just the standard scramble, which leaves plenty of time for a quick picture. I think they're such a handsome bunch!

So now you might be wondering why the reference to Murphy's reprise. Well, the rest of spring break went well. Nary a hitch in sight. Hallelujah! Fast forward to Tuesday, however, and things took a turn for the worse. Marissa was participating in the Hope of America program at the Marriott Center. We took the family, and as we drove through traffic the van started to overheat again. What!?! Isn't this what we just payed them to fix? We did some creative maneuvering to make sure we didn't sit and idle for too long and made it there and home again without the engine completely exploding. Wednesday morning we dropped the car off at the shop for take 2. Another few hundred dollars later, and I have to trust them that now we have a permanent solution.

Then Friday I was doing laundry and put a load of sheets in the dryer. A while later I realized it had been running for an awfully long time. I opened the door and everything was wet and cold. Super! I pulled the laundry out and draped it around the house, including the second load of sheets that was still in the washing machine. Jeremy came home and disassembled the dryer and was able to replace the heating element. Thank goodness! He's my hero. He also cleaned out the laundry closet better than it has been since we bought the dryer.

And you know how I jokingly said the next 10-year-old thing to break would be Marissa? Well, Friday I took her to the doctor to check out a bump that was hurting on the side of her foot. It appears not to be anything serious, just an overuse injury of the toe joint most likely from soccer, so right now we're treating it with ice and ibuprofen. I think Marissa is hoping to get an x-ray, which would be the next step if it doesn't improve. That will just have to happen before our insurance changes next month and everything gets a lot more expensive...

We are on a roll!

Spring Break So Far AKA I Have Words for Mr. Murphy

In an effort to remedy my documentary lapses, here's a rundown [with pictures!?!] of our spring break adventures, part 1. You can start placing your bets on whether part 2 will materialize or not.

We started the break with our annual Easter egg hunt. We modeled it after the hunt Jeremy's family participated in while he was growing up and initiated it in our neighborhood about a year after we moved here. Eight years, and going strong! The kids love it. My favorite part is watching our friends walk around and mingle and hearing their happy voices greet one another. It's one of the times I'm convinced we live in pretty nearly the best place anywhere.

Caleb had a scout campout, which was fun for him. I made a valiant effort to harass him less than the last time. I'll admit I felt a little bummed that he wasn't here to participate in the traditions. Such a little thing, but I definitely felt the vacancy. I guess I need to get used to this part of a growing family.

Monday was a full day of playing with friends, planting the early spring veggies in the garden, going grocery shopping with all children in tow, letting them pick out goodies for a picnic, and then taking said picnic at the new Neptune Park in our burgeoning city. I suppose you could describe the park as "state of the art," with some really unique play equipment that requires me to quell my protective instincts and obtrusive fears that my children are going to die. Which means, of course, that they think it's completely awesome. The weather was lovely, with sun and just an inkling of a breeze. This, of course, meant that lots and lots of other people had the same idea, making the park crazy, but we had fun regardless.

Tuesday we decided to go on a hike. Now that my kids are big enough to have a reasonable amount of stamina, I'm feeling more adventurous. We planned to hike the Y. I haven't done that hike since my freshman year at BYU [I just calculated how many years that has been--good gracious!], and that time we hiked it in the dark. So I wasn't exactly sure what to expect. But every self-respecting BYU fan should be able to say they've stood on the Y at least once. We packed a lunch and some snacks, topped off the water bottles, donned sunscreen and hats, and got a move on.

We were approaching the foothills when my car dinged at me. I looked down at the gauges and saw that my car was overheating. I quickly shut off the air conditioning and watched the temperature drop. Hoping that would be enough of a fix, I started up the hill toward the trailhead. A few blocks further and the dinging resumed, this time with a more desperate sound. I pulled over and turned off the car. Lifting the lid, I could see the reservoir thingy [technical term] for coolant hissing and boiling and bubbling hot liquid out the top. Coolant was running down the road behind us. Probably not a good sign. It was time to make an executive decision. Option A: I could see the parking lot for the trail head just a ways ahead. We could start our hike here and then find someone with a phone when we got off the mountain and call Jeremy to save us. Maybe by then the car would have cooled enough to drive again. Option B: We could abandon the hike and try to flag someone down for help. I, the executive, opted for A.

Up we hiked. I got some complaints at the beginning, mostly from Morgan that it was SO-O-O LO-O-O-ONG, but we soon found our stride. We took regular beverage breaks at every switchback, and I'm sure it was one of the slowest progressing hikes known to man. Toward the end, though, Morgan was fairly trotting up the mountain. If it hadn't been for one last steep slope at the finish where she needed a hand, she would have been the first one there.

We sat at the top of the Y, taking in the sight of the valley. I haven't done a hike with a view like that in a while, and it was so rejuvenating. When everyone felt sufficiently refreshed, we started back down. Marissa twisted her ankle sliding down the initial descent, and Morgan's feet kept slipping out from under her, so I had my work cut out supporting the two of them, but we made it down just fine. We even ran into my cousin Cindy and a couple of her kids. I found a generous soul in the parking lot who let me borrow his phone, called Jeremy, and then walked back down to the car. We ate our lunch and waited for our knight to save the day. He topped off my coolant and insisted I take his car home and he would risk it in mine.

Of course, we can't take any trip near the vicinity of BYU campus without going to the creamery for ice cream. We convinced Jeremy to join us and savored some sweet goodness together. Then we headed home. Jeremy also made it home, but reported the car started to warm up any time he had to wait at the lights.

Wednesday morning we took the car to the shop. Since Jeremy had to have his car, that left us stuck at home for the day. The weather also took a turn for the worse, so the kids had to entertain themselves creatively. And this they did. It's amazing what can be accomplished with a glue gun and popsicle sticks and tissue paper. Just a sampling of their creations: stars, arrows, a lemonade stand, a rocket ship, houses, alphabet letters, and who knows what else?

In the evening, I fixed dinner, which included broiling some asparagus. We sat down to eat, but I noticed an electric burning smell. This has happened when I've forgotten to turn off the broiler, but it was off according to the display. Suddenly the oven started beeping at us. I went to investigate, and the broiler was on full blast. I hit the 'off' button, but it didn't do anything and just kept beeping. So we pulled the oven out from the wall and unplugged it. On the bright side, it gave me the opportunity to scour behind the stove. On the not-so-bright side, when we plugged it back in, the broiler turned back on and did the same thing. This brings our 'defunct items' tally up another notch.

1. Car's in the shop
2. Replaced dishwasher about 1 1/2 weeks ago
3. Replaced the vacuum about 1 week ago
4. Computer is barely hanging on for dear life
   
5. Now the oven is a major fire hazard
   

Jeremy asked, "What else is 10 years old and ready to break?"

"Marissa...?" I replied.

Heaven forbid! Here's hoping Murphy's Law has had it's fill at our house. Now it's Thursday and I'm trying to figure out what to do on a grey day with a houseful of restless and slightly ornery kids who've been going to bed too late. I have Jeremy's car today, but the oven repairman is coming between 2 and 4 this afternoon, which puts a kink in at least one of my ideas. We'll just have to make the best of it.

A Little Healthy Competition

We had a lovely Easter today, celebrated in part with our traditional jellybean hunt. When I was growing up, my parents -- er, the Easter bunny -- would hide jellybeans all over the house for us to find. I'm not sure how the tradition started, but I suspect it was just too wet and rainy outside to have a typical egg hunt. Anyway, we decided to do the same for our kids, and I get a kick out of the whole thing. This morning the hunt was tapering off, so I started scouting out some of the stealthier spots to see what might have been missed. When I'd spot one, I'd summon the hunters, who would swarm around until it was sniffed out. At one point, Morgan found the jellybean, grabbed it up, and cried, "Heh, heh, heh, SUCKERS!"

Um, so kids... how about a talk about the reason we celebrate Easter?