10:00am  We leave our house, half an hour after planned time of departure. Don't ask.

10:04       We arrive at Kroger's on Beechwood
                    Purchase: Plastic eggs, candy ( I manage to talk him
                                   out of Skittles and into Twix and Milky
                                   Ways, yeah better leftovers for me), bread,
                                   mayo, juice
10:27      Load up groceries and boys... well one boy. Child one has complete meltdown in parking lot screaming that he does not want to go to the Easter Egg hunt. What Easter Egg hunt? The one he has been asking about all week. The one that he asked if we could go to on Tuesday. The one he has been talking about all week. Every since I announced to him (on Monday) that we were going to an Easter party (on Friday) he has asked at every parking spot that we have pulled into all week long, "Are we here? Is this the party?" That Easter Egg hunt. Child two looks on with interest.

10:28     Tantrum is momentarily suspended while my child waves back to a kindly elderly gentleman eating lunch at a patio table outside of Kroger's who is waving at him.

10:28:15  Tantrum continues in the car

10:29      I threaten my child with things no mother who is ever talked about in General Conference by her now General Authority child would ever think of let alone say. My child is now begging to go to the hunt instead of...ummm whatever I threatened instead.

10: 33   My child begins to writhe in the carseat. I ask him (through clenched teeth) what is wrong. His response-- I need to go potty!

10:35    We stop at Kroger's on Cantrell. I unload both kids and carrying one and dragging the other we race into the bathroom.  Two year old comes out of the stall (he needs his private time, luckily he's pretty good at handling it by himself) laughing. I say, "What happened?" He says, "That funny potty splashed my face!" Yeah, no comment.

10:40    Back in the car and on the road again. The kids are arguing. Yes, my two year old and my just turned one year old can and do argue. My two year keeps telling me mean things that his baby brother (babbling happily in the backseat) is saying. Then the hitting starts.

10:49 I realize we are not going to make it without gas so we stop...at the Kroger's on Highway 10. I put in two gallons (we are already almost twenty minutes late) and we pull out.

10:53    On the road again (and again and again). More writhing in the backseat, "I need to go potty!"
We are now less than five miles from our destination. I tell him he has to wait until we get to the park so that I can have one of our friends hold the baby while I take him to the potty.

11:00   We finally arrive at the park. 4 school buses are parallel parked near the entrance and about 73,000 kids (give or take 5 or 6) aged 3-14 are swarming the playgrounds, bathrooms, and pavilions. My son takes one look and says, "I guess I don't need to go potty." I love that kid.

11:02ish   I start to get worried, no sign of our group and we are half an hour late. I don't have a phone.
We drive around peering at groups of children.

11:10   We spot a familiar van also driving around looking like kidnappers peering at children. We hookup with friends who have a phone and soon join the Easter Egg hunt fun at a new location because of the overcrowded-ness of the original location. Our only problem now? He doesn't want me to hide his eggs.

12:30 Headed home with muddy, chocolate covered, sweaty, sleepy kids

Thanks for planning it Lisa!  A fun time was had by all! But next year maybe we should consider renting a bus : ) If you'll just come by and pick up  all of our kids...