I had a funny memory surface this year on April Fool's Day. My girls were little- maybe 3 and 5. It was April Fool's Day, and they really wanted to pull a prank on Daddy.
We called him at work, and one of them said "Hi Jeff. This is your boss calling." Then together they yelled "You're fired!" Immediately they both burst into laughter, thinking they really fooled Dad. That memory made me smile multiple times yesterday.
This year Caleb woke Josh and Jonah up really early to put Cling Wrap on the toilet seat, the faucet, and the outside of Simon's door. I don't think anyone really got fooled, but they had a lot of fun planning it out!
When the big kids left for school, Simon wanted to "set some traps" of his own. Here is what we came up with:
I think every single person that came home fell for it! Including Jeff! Simon thought we were pretty funny! I felt a little bad that I got everyone's hopes up, but that didn't last too long.
We also made some red jello, and put it in a glass pitcher in the fridge. Simon told people they could pour themselves a glass of fruit punch, but when they tried... it didn't move! Another good one.
Every year lately, I tell myself that next year I will do a really great April Fool's prank on my kids. They would love it! Next year I won't be just barely keeping my head above water. Next year I will have the energy to be a really fun mom.
I wonder if next year will ever really come...
My inspiration for this record of my days:
“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen