I am all about traditions. As my mother would attest, my brother David and I were sticklers while growing up that things be done the same way every year for specific holidays or events. I still feel that way to a degree and find comfort in the routine that tradition brings to the home. Conference is one of those weekends for which I desire to create tradition - bringing out the gigantic umbrella so we can feel like the people of King Benjamin, listening to the prophets from our tents. Something I've termed "pjs, prophets, and pancakes" one morning. For Chadwick, he grew up drinking root beer floats after the priesthood session of conference. I have yet to come up with an activity to do while he is at that session with my girls...this too shall come to fruition!
Chadwick had the weekend off work and we decided to train and do some potty training with Mallorie since we were going to be home all day and could keep a closer eye on her. Many, many pairs of pants and that number of undies later....she is still not potty trained. However, she did get good at running into the room hollering, "I need to go potty!" as her pants became soaking wet. I have not attempted undies since that time and have decided that two children in diapers simultaneously, while expensive, is not the end of the world. She will potty train in her own time, apparently. =)
Easter Sunday brought more sessions of conference, a delightful dinner at the Austin's home, and a bunny cake. We had enough food for an army and hid eggs for the littles to find. We had different egg hunts - one for the smallest kiddos and one for the bigger kids. The weather was perfect and we had good time.
Overall, a good weekend!
