For some reason, I just can't seem to stay caught up on my blogs this season. Here's another "In the week of the Kaisers" edition. Tuesday (yes,
seven days ago) I had a crazy idea -- after we dropped Will off at preschool, I took the triplets to ProCuts to get all the locks trimmed. It is the first time I've had more than one child, by myself, to get a haircut. They each got a lollipop for behaving so well. We survived, in fact, the kids were great! It gave me enough confidence, that Wednesday afternoon I braved the zoo with all four on my own.
Wednesday was Will's day, and after we dropped off the little kids at mother's day out, he and I went for his annual pediatric check-up. Two for two in the healthy-boy category, but I'm not surprised. Will is 43 inches tall and weighs 41 pounds. After the doc visit, we went to some plant nurseries searching for birdbaths and garden ideas. Our next stop was lunch with Daddy at a Mexican restaurant -- Will requested it for the tortillas that he really likes. We had time for a quick hair cut, and Will convinced the lady to style it in a mohawk for the afternoon (mentioned only because it is now forever on his zoo pass.) After we picked up the little kids, we went to the zoo . . . . Somehow, I survived it, but I don't plan to go with all four anytime soon by myself. I had the triplets on the backpack teathers, and Maddie kept wanting to sit or stall, while Jon was determined to run. Needless to say, I was quite sore from bring torn in multiple directions. Overall, it was a fun trip, but it was challenging for me without the wagon. I signed Will up for a week-long day camp at the zoo, so I'll get the chance to try this again in two months.
Thursday was Jon's day, and again, we went to visit the doc for a check-up. Jon is 34 inches tall and weights 24 pounds. Afterward, we went looking for birdbaths and finally hit the jackpot, finding some faux-metal birdbaths -- I was thrilled to find something sort of pretty, but since they are lightweight plastic, I don't have to worry about the kids hurting themselves if they pull it over. Worse-case scenario, they get wet. We went out for a quick Whataburger lunch with Allen, and then stopped by a tropical fish store just to look at the fish. Jon enjoyed the fish, and when I asked Jon, "Are you happy?" he answered, "No, Mama! I Jon!"Finally, we got the other kiddos and headed home for an afternoon in the backyard.
Allen had Good Friday off and we definitely made the most of the extra day. We tidied the house a bit, then set off to fill the car with garden supplies: garden borders, fencing, gate, and tiller. While the kids played outside, Allen tilled part of the new garden, and I finished some indoor projects and kept up with the kids. My parents arrived Friday night and we all worked on the garden all day Saturday -- rephrased, Allen and Dad worked really hard on the garden, I'm not sure what I did, Mom played with the kids. Allen and Dad redid the sprinkler system to be more garden-friendly, they tilled the rest of the beds, and installed the fence. Mom and I helped by moving grass clippings from the compost pile to the garden, and Will and Jon even helped using the Tonka dump truck and wagon. Ben was content to lay on his tummy watching bugs, and Maddie enjoyed sliding on the piles we were creating.
Saturday afternoon was the best opportunity for an egg hunt, so while the kids napped, um . . . the Easter Bunny visited. Since I didn't want the eggs to be full of sugar, um . . . the Easter Bunny provided a few treats (Teddy Grahams and fruit snacks) and lots of new undies. My Dad told me what an awful idea that was, but I thought the kids would like them. I was right to an extent, and they were thrilled to open eggs and find Elmo, Cookie [Monster], Spiderman and Princess undies. Later, we overheard Will on the phone with Nana saying, "Easter was really crazy this time. . . we all got underwear!" Before we knew it all the edibles were eaten, so I'm glad there wasn't lots of candy.
Will's goodies were in orange eggs, Ben's in blue, Jon's in green, and Maddie's in pink and purple. This was a bit of an experiment of sorts, but also my way of making sure everyone got the same number -- I planned to divide by color after all the eggs were gathered. It happened just as I figured: Will gathered whatever he could find, but the triplets divided the colors on their own. Since Ben usually gets blue (cups, bowls, shoes), if Jon or Maddie found a blue egg, they ran over to Ben and put it in his basket. Ben and Maddie immediately gave Jon the greens, and the boys brought the pink eggs to Maddie. The only time I saw anything different was when I was pointing out an orange one to Jon, and he couldn't reach it. Maddie helped by not only getting it, but promply turning to Jon and handing it to him saying, " 'ur welcome."
I am glad we did the egg hunt Saturday because Easter Sunday was stormy, rainy, wet, and muddy. We had a pancake feast (thanks to Allen) and then spent the morning playing and reading. After my parents left, we napped, I watched the recorded church services, and we all went out for dinner and returned for a walk around the neighborhood. It was an awesome weekend! It was great to visit with family, I loved having an extra day with Allen, the weather was pretty (most of the time), and we accomplished a LOT! Our perennials are supposed to arrive sometime this week, and the flower beds are ready and waiting.
Although we do have the Easter Bunny visit, we make an effort to teach our kids about why we celebrate Easter. This morning, before Will even got dressed, he came into the office to draw an Easter picture (no prompting from me.) He brought me this drawing and said, "Mama, this means a lot to me." 
When I asked him to explain what he drew, he told me the three crosses were for the men who died -- the middle one was for Jesus, the one on the left was for the good guy who loved Jesus, and the other was for the bad guy who hated Jesus. He told me the sad people were the crying women, except for the one on the right who was a sad man giving Jesus a sponge to drink from. Will told me the sun was shining at first, but then the storm came when Jesus died. . . . I think he's been listening to the story. After I took a deep breath and held back my own tears of joy, I pulled Will close and told him it meant a lot to me, too. We talked for a bit about how sad it is that Jesus died, but that we rejoice and celebrate because He arose and He lives. When asked why we celebrate Easter, Will confidently proclaims, "Because Jesus lives!"