Is Anything Better Than Dove Dark?

Wanna know what's better than dove dark? (I'm really not sure if there is anything better than dove dark), but all joking aside, this is WAY better than dove dark. Any guesses? . . . .


I figured mom would know. I am a firm believer that moms know everything. Okay, here's a hint for the rest of you.

Do you see it?

Can you guess it this time?

I'M NO LONGER BUYING DIAPERS!!! Wow, can you believe that. Zach's got this whole potty thing down, and has been going strong for about 8 weeks now, and Luke took the leap three weeks ago and hasn't looked back. It's blissful, and makes me feel rich. I now have an extra almost $60 a month to blow on something I actually want (however, it is sadly already earmarked . . . college and missions, that's not going to be cheap).

Romance aside, what this really means is that my day is exciting, stressful, and full of pee on the floor instead of a diaper or the toilet; but we're getting there!

Here are the real facts.
Zach goes by himself without even telling me he's gone most of time. However, he gives me one big clue, when he's done he doesn't know how to get his underwear back on, so he runs around naked. I note the change, go check the bathroom to make sure he made it all in the toilet, grab his underwear, help him put it back on and then we do the potty dance! Zach has maybe one accident every other day.
Luke. Luke is still a beginner. He usually has an accident everyday, and still hasn't gotten the whole pooping thing totally figured out, but he's close. He goes occasionally without being prompted, but if I want to play it safe I tell him to go. however, at nights he's doing great and is dry almost half the time. Ya Luke!

Clam digging and therefore . . . Easter at the Beach

One thing that most people don't realize about Seattle is that it is not on the coast. While we are very close to salt water, it's Puget Sound. So if you want to go to the beach, the real beach, with real sand, the closest one is two and a half hours away.

To add another fun fact, this one in reference to me, is that I love seafood, and I love to go and get it myself (shocker, I know).
Last fact, in the state of Washington you can go clam digging year round, but if you want razor clams (the best!), there are only certain days out of the year that they let you dig for them. One such day was last Saturday, the day before Easter.

Now a normal family at this point is planning their big Easter Egg Hunt with either the neighborhood, family or friends; but I was planning a trip to the beach.

So here we are, at the beach and Brooke is holding our very first razor clam!, and Luke in the background ready to go for the next.
Sadly, digging in the ocean and camera's don't really mix, so this is the only picture we have of our clams, and sadly we only ever caught nine of them.
Although this picture doesn't show it, there were hundreds of people on the beach that day, all digging to get clams; and I'm an amateur. Some people out there really know what they're doing and they're walking around with a ton. Someday.

Building the bonfire post clam digging to cook hot dogs on.

Although we were at the beach, stocking hats and coats were nice, if not necessary.

Zach, me and Luke flying our kite. I even let the boys hold the string for a while . . . until of course they let it go and I had to run madly down the beach chasing it.

And then the Easter Egg hunt. We did plan one, but certainly not traditional.

Cosette and Adalyn Williams, Brooke, Josh and Zach, all ready to go.

Not the greatest shot, but the circles on the beach are our eggs. The kids had a blast! Luke and Zach in typical toddler fashion, picked up one egg, ate it, and then picked up another. Brooke and Josh tried to show them the ropes, telling them that it was better to pick up as many as you could, but they would not be swayed. It was really a great day at the beach, and as you can tell from the pics, a for real cloudless day.

Final Pics from 2010

On Christmas day we went crabbing with the bishop. It was a ton of fun and the kids still go "crabbing" whenever they can find a bucket and a rope around the house.

19 crabs in total . . . ymmmmmm.

Luke would have been in the picture above, but he was in the picture below instead.

Luke getting loose with grandma, and undoubtedly my most favorite picture from the holidays.