Friday, April 30, 2010

Eliana Grace 4 years 5 months

What is your whole name? Elie-nana Grace Crocker

What is your favorite thing to eat? Peanut butter and jelly and watermelon

Who are some of your friends? Tristan, big Grace and Little Grace and Abby

What is your favorite thing to play with inside? Blocks. I am good at this game.

What foods do you not like? Pizza, lettuce, hummus, tomatoes and onions

What so you like to do outside? Swing

What makes you angry? When Addilyn knocks over my towers

What makes you happy? When there is an ice cream truck

What are you afraid of? Monster and bad dreams

What do you want to be when you grow up? A "fighterfighter", a ballerina, a block builder and I want to marry Tristan because he loves Jesus.

What can 4 year olds do that 2 year olds can't? Feed the puppies when the container is almost empty because my arms are longer and I can run faster and jump higher.

What will you be able to do when your 6? Read books! Write stories, climb tree and run the fastest.

Tell me how you get to nana's? First we get our stuffed packed up and then go in the car. Then we eat snacks and treats and play.

How do you get to be the person in charge? When I do grown up stuff that little kids can't. I'm in charge of cleaning up stuff I make with. I will clean up and do the dishes.

Whats your favorite animal? Bunnie rabbits

How do you take care of them? You feed them bunny food, like carrots. What do bunnies drink?


Can I ask you one? Sure

Can I "enter you" you? Alright

Why do apples grow on trees? Because that is how God made them to grow.

Good job mama! Did you know I can brush my hair with a fork?

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Annabelle Faith 5 months

Annabelle Faith is...
-5 and a half months old
- On a decent schedule: Wake at 6:30 nap at 8:30 nap at 12:30 and nap at 4:30. To bed at 7
- a terrible night time sleeper, like all Crocker babies before her
- amazed by her toes
- rolling all over the place
- sitting by herself, except when she forgets to.
- still on only breast milk. Maybe we will try solid food soon.
- has long chicken legs. I apparently am unable to make a baby with fat rolls.
- grabbing anything in her reach. I can no longer hold her and drink a cup of coffee.
- in love with her sisters... and the dogs.
- is a totally mamas girl. The only one of the three!
- a blessing and totally loved by her family.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Ergh. Blogger is stupid. I flipped the pictures but for some reason blogger refuses to post them the right way! Sorry. Oh well.

I took the girls to get pictures done last month and then promptly lost the CD that had all the negatives. Today I found the CD and thought I would share the wealth. I will post more when I figure out what the problem is. I won't be held responsible for your neck cramps.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Pina Colada Cake

There is nothing healthy about this cake. It isn't on any diet plan. You should make it anyway. This would be an easy one to do dairy free, too, if you go for that sort of thing. I made it for friends who were coming over for dinner and ate almost half of it before they got here (hey, I hadn't had time to eat lunch, I was hungry!)

This started as a recipe from my mom called "Sloppy Pineapple Cake" but it wasn't gluten free. So I had to change it. And then I seem to have this problem following directions in general, recipes in particular, so I adapted it some more. It is freakin' awesome, but you will need a cup of coffee or some milk to go with it. Here ya go:

Pina Colada Cake
2 eggs
2 c. sugar
2 c. flour (if your GF use 1c. rice, 1/2 c. oat, and 1/2 c. tapioca plus 2 t. xanthan gum)
1 tsp baking soda
20 crushed pineapple
1/4 c. butter (if dairy free use margarine)
1/4 c. coconut oil
1 c. sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
2/3 c. coconut milk
Mix eggs and sugar until well blended. Add in flour, soda and pineapple (juice and all!) and mix until just combined. Pour in greased 9 x 13 and bake for 35-40 minutes at 350. Remove from oven and poke with fork or toothpick all over. Add all the rest of the ingredients to a sauce pan and boil for 5 minutes. Gently pour glaze over warm cake. Eat half of pan, feel guilty.
Now I know not everyone keeps coconut oil on hand (though they should, it is really good for you) and if you are one who doesn't, your welcome to use a whole stick of butter and your cake will still be great, just a little less coconuty. Now off with you, get to your kitchen and start baking!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Esther: A book Report- Part 1

First, let me admit my ignorance. I have known the story of Esther for a long time, I have seen the Veggie tails, and somehow I missed that Purim is a celebration of (spoiler alert!) Esther saving the Jews. Just in case anyone else missed that, here is the Readers Digest Version of the story of Esther, in my own words.

Once upon a time there was a little girls named Esther. She was a nobody, a Jew, and orphan being raised by her uncle Morty. The king of Esthers country, Zerk the Jerk, was annoyed at the current Queen who refused to strut her stuff for him and all his drunken buddies and was looking for her replacement.

Good help was hard to find and his posse of advisers left something to be desired. They had the brilliant idea to hold a beauty contest in all the land to find the new queen, and bonus for Zerk, he got to take each girl for a test run to find his favorite. Well, after a year of getting work done to look her best Esther knocked the kings socks off and became the Queen.

Now Esthers uncle Morty and the kings head honcho, Hammy, were not buddies. The hated each other. Lots of bad family blood of the Romeo and Juliet type. Morty caught wind of a plan to off the king and let the Zerk know and to thank him for it, he got a pony ride all around the city while wearing the kings clothing. Oh yeah, and Hammy had to lead the ride. That didn't help the friction between the two.

After a while Hammys hide was thoroughly chapped and he decide to just get rid of all Jews. Men, women, kids, he was over them all and wanted them gone. And he decided to take there stuff, too. The king was fine with that, after all, it isn't like he had any wise men around to talk him out of it.

Morty was well connected and heard of the plan to off all he people. He called on his niece, who conveniently enough was also the queen, to go to bat for there lives. Esther wasn't crazy about the idea, after all, it really could end badly for her and who is to say she would have any influence any way?

Esther eventually got over her case of nerves and invited the king to dinner. Twice. After she revealed Hammys nefarious plan to kill her family and all other Jews, the king was fairly put out. The king hung Hammy and gave Morty his job as head honcho and all his stuff. Morty told all Jews to defend themselves. Purim was started as a celebration of being alive. The End.

Stay tuned for the "lessons learned" section of the book report.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Extravagant Love

I was reading an article written by a mom the other day about loving her children. This doesn't really seem an article worthy topic; most mothers love there children. She took it a step further.

First she related a situation with her then 1 year old son who wanted to nurse all.the.time. It was driving her crazy and she was trying to wean him before his new baby brother was to be born. The more she pushed him away, the more he wanted her. So she switched mind sets and therefor, strategies. Any time he so much looked her way, she offered to nurse him. He was thrilled and nursed close to non stop for a few day. Then a funny thing happened. He started saying no. He was soon weaned.

She then told a story of her older son. After a hard year filled with divorce and moving homes, he was wanting to sleep with her. For a while she said no, then agreed to every other night. Then she said he was welcome in her bed any time. Drastic things happened. He was happier during the day and did better in school. Soon, he happily slept in his own bed.

She related these stories under the heading of extravagant love. I like that. She talked about how loving our children in the way that THEY need isn't always convenient for us. Some might even think it is weird. She went above just meeting the need to meet the true desire of the childs heart.

So often as mothers we get sucked into the "good enough". The baby is happy in her bouncy seat so I will stay on the computer. The toddler is coloring by herself so I will just fold laundry. It is hard to make the choice to be extravagant when "good enough" gets us by. It is the choice between "good" and "best". It is a choice to meet the needs of someones heart when it doesn't coincide with the wants of our flesh.

I have a Father who chose to love me in an extravagant way. He sent His son so that I wouldn't ever have to settle for a life that is just "good enough". I have within me the power to have an extravagant life, but not without cost.

I have to decide to love others in an extravagant way, knowing that people will think I am odd. When I choose to go on a mission instead of a vacation or when I decide to sponser another compassion child instead of adding more to my 401k. If I choose to give up all that this world tells me matters and instead set out in the footsteps of The One who showed me what extravagant love was by His death for me, I will not have a life that is just "good enough". Things happen when we choose to love others in a way that is above and beyond. God things happen.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

One of those

Today was one of "those" days. Everyone was up earlier than usual and, like usual, Matt is out of town, in Hawaii no less. The first words out of Addilyns mouth were "hungry, mama, eat". Annabelle was hungry too, so I poured both big girls bowl of cereal and went up stairs to nurse the baby. I soon heard giggling, the type where you know nothing good is happening. I hollered a warning down the stairs. Then I heard "dump it all out, Addilyn". Crap. This was trouble. I cut baby Belle short and went downstairs to find that Addilyn had been using her spoon as a catapult for cereal and bits of milk. While not participating in the naughtiness, Eliana had been encouraging it. Cereal and milk were everywhere. I took breakfast away and handed out paper towles.

I sent the girls upstairs to do the following: get dressed, put away books and pick up doll house items. All three tasks could easily have been completed in 15 minutes. 2 hours later none of the above were done, but it was time to meet a friend at the Library for story time so I told the girls they could do the tasks when we got home.

We returned from the library and lunch for nap time. Annabelle went down nicely, the big girls not so much. Elie snuck out of bed to get more books and lost all her book privileges for nap. Then Addilyn and Elie played peek-a-boo over the bunks for a while. At some point Eliana discovered a small hole in her feather pillow, and since she had plenty of time on her hands because she wasn't sleeping, she proceeded to toss feathers around the room. I declared nap time over and sentenced the girls to an early bed time.

Before they could come down from there room, they had to finish the task they failed to complete earlier that morning. After an hour and a half of griping, biting, playing, tattling and arguing, the books were put away and the doll house items picked up.

Dinner and bed (early) went off without a hitch...except for the fact Annabelle is still wide awake. I have rocked the child for over an hour, we have paced the floor, sung songs and patted butts. I think she has a tummy ache and I am out of Malox and have no way to go get any since Matt is sunning himself in Hawaii and I have two sleeping children upstairs that I can't leave.

My floor is sticky. Upstairs has feathers all over. I have 3 loads of laundry waiting to be folded. I have a sink full of dishes and haven't even cleaned up from dinner yet. It is 8:30 and I just want to go to bed since there is no way in hell I will ever get caught up anyway. Tomorrow might be a better day, but if it isn't, feel free to asking any passing gypsies you see if they have need of 3 little girls. I know someone who is looking to offload a couple.

Monday, April 19, 2010


I had an interesting conversation about family the other day with a lovely Pakistany woman. She had 6 children of her own and grew up in a family of 16 children. When I asked her if she was going to have that many, she replied that our culture doesn't support that. In her country, generations live together, the 16 children were by 2 wives, and extended family is close by to help.

I was relaying this conversation to a few of my friends at play group and we decided we should all just get a big house and live together. All of our husbands travel a good deal and we have 8 kids between us. We laughed about how much easier it would be to share work and life instead of doing it all our own. Apparently we are not the first to think of this.

Cohousing. It was a new term to me. I think it goes past my current level of crunchyness into flat our hippy-dom, conjuring up images of communes and Birkenstock. Yet it actually appeals to me on some level, this idea of not doing life autonomously.

We were never made to do life alone, in suburbia, with our 6 foot fences, locked door and isolation. We are called to be in this world, making relationships and loving others. Ok, so maybe cohousing isn't for everyone, but the idea of living an open life where relationships take priority to things should be. Somehow we Americans bought into the lie that life is about stuff, the more and the bigger and the better stuff you have the better your life is. The problem with that is stuff doesn't fill the hole, there is no such thing as enough stuff to make you happy. A bigger house won't do it nor will a bigger pay check. Our hearts were designed for relationship with our Maker and other.

I am not packing up and moving on to the commune yet. My teva's are happily resting in my closet, but I am not adverse to the idea. If I ever disappeared from the great white suburb that is Littleton, look for me in one of the 12 cohousing community's in Colorado.

Sunday, April 18, 2010


When I am sleep deprived I have a hard time focusing while reading books, so needless to say I haven't picked up a anything more than a magazine in several months. I was missing my good literature and ,to prevent my brain from completely rotting out of my head, have been on a reading frenzy for a few weeks. This is what I have read:

The Last Lecture:Yes, I know this is a mans reflection on his life during his last days, but still it seems a little...narcissistic. He thinks he is funnier and smarter than he really is. Even still, I did enjoy the book, it was a quick read. Just have some tissues and know it doesn't really end well.

A Million Little Pieces: Critically acclaimed and an Oprah's Book Club choice. It scared the pants off of me and it isn't meant to be a scary book. This kid starts drinking at age 12 and everything goes down hill from there until he is in rehab at age 24. His body is in terrible shape and he details his rehab experience. Why is it scary? Because he comes from a upper middle class home, his parents are normal and his brother is fine, there isn't really a reason that he didn't succeed. What if one of my girls makes terrible choices like that? I can't imagine the pain. Oh, and you need a strong stomach for this one, lots of blood, vomit and dental work done without medication.

Into the Wild: I never saw this movie, but enjoyed the book. It is about a smart kid who is fed up and idealistic and decides to live the simple life of the open road. At one point he chooses to channel his inner Jack London and brave the wilds of Alaska, which becomes his undoing. Your sort of left shaking your head a the waste and pain. Another quick read.

The Help: This book was the most enjoyable that I have read for some time. It looks at the relationships between household help (black) and there employers (white) in the early 60's. Very good book.

I have officially read all the new books on my shelf and am looking for something else to read. Any suggestions?

Saturday, April 17, 2010


Read this.

How did we get here? When did church become this? Are we really too good to meet in homes like the early church did? I am pretty sure if I invited people to come over and meet some of my friends over beer and bbq vs. inviting them to come to church I would have a lot more sign up for the bbq. Ugh. I know just because we are Christians doesn't mean we are above being sucked into the lie that bigger and newer is better, it just feels so icky to me.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Compensation vs. Bribery

Before I became a mother, I was a wonderful parent, full of ideas of what I would do and, more importantly, never do. On the "never" list was bribery. My children would obey me out of respect and preservation of there back sides, not because the got something out of the deal. My children wouldn't ever be the ones laying in the aisle of Target screaming bloody murder.

Ahhh reality, sometimes such a bitter pill. With a few year of parenting under my belt, this is the conclusion I have came to: there is a difference between bribing and compensating or rewarding. Grown ups work for compensation. We have an agreed upon amount that we work for and know that if we fail to do our work, we cease getting compensated. Its called employment. We don't things simply because we want them or refuse to cooperate without them.

For children I believe the difference between the two is similar. I can say " I will be serving cookies to all children who have there toys put away by the time the timer dings" and I am compensating my children for a job well done. If I tell them to put away toys and they don't and then I start offering them things for obeying me, I am bribing and teaching them that my words are not enough to spur them on to action. On that note, here is a recipe for super easy cookies that take about 15 minutes from start to finish, just about the amount of time it takes to pick up toys.

1 cup peanut butter ( I like crunchy)
1 egg
1 cup sugar ( sometimes I do half brown and half white)
chocolate chips, it you want

Dump all ingredients into a bowl and mix. Scoop balls of cookie dough on to cookie sheet and slightly flatten with fork. Bake for 8-10 minutes. Serve to obedient children as reward for a job well done.

When I see small people screaming on the floor of Target, I like to think I see them with grace that only experience can bring. Sometimes, children are tired or hungry or just plain naughty and it doesn't change that fact that you need milk and bread from the store.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Weekend Update

Friday- Ok, so Friday isn't really the "weekend" yet, I am fudging a little. Friday morning I went to the last session of my Beth Moore "Esther" study. I have liked the study, stay tuned for a book report. In the afternoon, the Osness children came over. We attempted to put all 5 children down for a nap and only successfully got 3 sleeping at any one time. They were all good, though, and I love having the opportunity to spend time with my niece and nephew.

Saturday-Saturday morning Grace came over to play while her Mom and dad packed up a moving truck. We packed up a lunch and took Grace over to her new house (which is beautiful) and enjoyed lunch with our families. I brought the Crocker girls home for a nap and Matt stayed to be some additional muscle. That evening we headed over to the first McCrady-Q of the season. We are so blessed to have such a great community of friends. We enjoyed some amazing steaks, great conversation and a couple of grown-up beverages. Matt stayed to hang with the men and I brought the girls home for bed.

Sunday- We ditched church today. Baby was up a bunch last night, heaven only knows why, and we were feeling like bums. Matt built a pantry in the garage for me. I went outside to see how it was going a large chunk of wood fell on my foot. My bare foot. It isn't pretty but I don't think it is broken, just swollen and a blueish green color. The girls spent a ton of time outside playing, the weather was awesome. I spent a large part of the day with my foot up to keep the swelling down.

Be praying for wisdom in decision making for our family, we may have some big choices coming up. That about covers our weekend, how was yours?

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Feeling Crafty

I have several friends who are expecting babies any day now. This is what I made for one of them, it is a travel changing pad. I am not a fan of diaper bags and this is a nice alternative. The top picture is the changing pad all rolled up and the bag I made to carry it in, the bottom picture is it unrolled. I need to make myself one now!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Eggs- Hunting and Eatting

Here are a few egg hunting pictures, because I promised. The girls looked great (at least at the begining of the day) in there Easter dresses. I think that is one of my favorite things about being a mama to little girls, all the fun dresses. Too bad our chuch is not the dress up type, guess they will just have to look cute on random Tuesdays or something. I am pretty sure the best egg hunting is done in pretty dresses.
While we are on the topic of eggs, I want to share another fab recipie for a meatless dinner. I am loving these quick and easy eggs dishes as of late. This one you have to try, it is so fast! You can have dinner on the table in under 30 minuites.
Tomatoe Baked Eggs
1/2 small chopped onion
2 cans of Italian tomatoes (I used ones we canned from last summer and they were sooooo good!)
Garlic to taste (which at our house means A LOT of garlic)
8 eggs
1/2 cup Italian cheese
1 tsp. Italian seasoning
salt and pepper
Preheat oven to 350. Grab your favorite oven proof skillet (mine is cast iron) and cook up you garlic and onion with a dash of oil on the stove until transparent. Toss in both cans of tomatoes and cook until liquid is reduced. Take off of the heat. Make 8 little wells and crack your eggs into them. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and then put cheese on the top. Toss in the oven and cook for 12-15 minutes if you like your eggs a bit runny and 18-20 if you like them firm. Serve with crusty bread and a salad, and if your husband loudly objects to the lack of meat, you could add a side of Italian sausage too.
This would be a good brunch item. It would look really cute if you made individual sizes in little ramekins, but I don't have any. You could make this a Mexican meal by using Tomatoes with green chilies and using cumin instead of Italian seasoning and pepper jack on top, serve it with tortilla and cut up avocado.
After exploring a couple of meatless egg dishes, I am now moving on to bean dishes, with or without a little meat. Consider this your warning not to sit to close to us at MOPS or Church, and don't believe Matt when he blames the baby. The only infant I ever met who could rip them grown-man style was my nephew Ryan, that kid had skills.

Monday, April 5, 2010


Saturday night the Easter Bunny came early and brought us all...wait for it... THE STOMACH FLU! We thought it might just be food poisoning because only Matt and Elie were struck down that night. Elie was ready to rock for Easter the next day...Matt not so much. So I put the girls in there Easter frills and off to church we went, leaving Matt to sleep it off. I wasn't feeling great, but I had been up with a sick kid the night before and just chalked it up to lack of sleep.

We came home from church, put the girls down for naps and got everything ready to head over to my sisters later that afternoon. The girls awoke and off we went to eat appetizers and hunt eggs. The kids had a great time but Addilyn was in a mood.

By Easter night Addilyn, Baby Belle and I were all sick. And of course, Matt left for CA early this morning. I do believe we are on the road to recovery. I stayed in my PJ's all day and drank lots of tea but hope to be doing better tomorrow. I also continued to do some very nasty loads of laundry, which I can guarantee you don't want to know anything about.

I do have some cute pictures of the egg hunt, but they are on the camera which is all the way across the room and I just can't bring myself to get up and go get it. Sorry. I promise I will do better tomorrow.

Saturday, April 3, 2010


I wondered if maybe dying Easter eggs with a 2 and 4 year old was a terrible idea. After all, Addilyn trashes at least one outfit a day with out the benefit of dye. Eliana knocks over at least a few glasses of milk a week. I went for it any way and I am glad to say we had a very nice time. Yes, several fingers looked liked they had been slammed in a door repeatedly due to excessive exposure to egg dye, but no clothing was ruined. The girls have been enjoying the "pretty eggs" for breakfast the last few day. I do believe a new tradition has been started.

Friday, April 2, 2010

The Spice of life

I have never really considered myself a "type A" person. I am not obsessed about details (as can be seen by the fact I didn't take the time to flip this picture) and generally live in a world of "good enough". I am not a finisher which would be obvious to anyone sitting in my dining room surrounded by unfinished sewing projects. I feel like I am fairly self aware, I know my (many) weaknesses of character and can even name a few things that I am not to bad at.

I was completely caught off guard when my husband told me this week that I was controlling. I don't feel controlling and I have never really thought of myself this way before. My world, though not quite rocked, was defiantly jiggled. This comment came after I spent the evening achieving what is pictured above.

My spices have been bugging me for a while. I love to cook and bake and have a microscopic kitchen that is often inhabited by 3 small children and 2 large dogs in addition to myself and sometime my husband. Realastate is at a premium to say the least. My spices were a mess, it was hard to find what I needed to use and they were taking up way to much space. The pepper grinder had fallen on my head one to many times. It was time to take action. I went to Cost Plus, bought the spice jars and labels and conquered that cabinet. Then my husband made the comment.

Baby has a lot of work the last week or so. She has had a cold and, while never a great sleeper, her sleep has been particularly atrocious as of late. I have not accomplished a thing during day light hours either, trying to keep her happy and the other 2 fed, clothed and generally parented. Matt observed, rightly, that the less control I have in my world, the more I try to control the little things. Not because I am type A, not really because I am a controlling person in general, but as a survival technique that helps me hold on to the last few shreds of sanity that I posses. My neatly sorted baking cabinet proves him correct.

I know I will continue to learn about who I am, who God would like me to be and all about the journey in between. If anyone else cares to enlighten me about myself, please feel free. You will find me sorting out my sock drawer, right before I go and tackle organizing the boiler room.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

April Fools!

I am pretty sure Eliana has a new favorite holiday, or it would be her favorite if it somehow included candy and presents or at least a cake. A few days ago, I told Eliana that today would be April Fools day and explained what that means. She has been looking forward to it all week. So far she has jumped out of the closet to scare Matt and added ice cubes to my coffee. She is beyond tickled by the whole thing.

Last year I added an extra baby to my pregnancy "ticker" so it looked like I was having twins. This year I can't think of anything funny or even remotely clever to do so I have decided to educate you instead. If you want to read about some people who are funny, click Here.

"April Fools' Day, sometimes called All Fools' Day, is one of the most light-hearted days of the year. Its origins are uncertain. Some see it as a celebration related to the turn of the seasons, while others believe it stems from the adoption of a new calendar.

Ancient cultures, including those of the Romans and Hindus, celebrated New Year's Day on or around April 1. It closely follows the vernal equinox (March 20th or March 21st.) In medieval times, much of Europe celebrated March 25, the Feast of Annunciation, as the beginning of the new year.

In 1582, Pope Gregory XIII ordered a new calendar (the Gregorian Calendar) to replace the old Julian Calendar. The new calendar called for New Year's Day to be celebrated Jan. 1. That year, France adopted the reformed calendar and shifted New Year's day to Jan. 1. According to a popular explanation, many people either refused to accept the new date, or did not learn about it, and continued to celebrate New Year's Day on April 1. Other people began to make fun of these traditionalists, sending them on "fool's errands" or trying to trick them into believing something false. Eventually, the practice spread throughout Europe.

There are at least two difficulties with this explanation. The first is that it doesn't fully account for the spread of April Fools' Day to other European countries. The Gregorian calendar was not adopted by England until 1752, for example, but April Fools' Day was already well established there by that point. The second is that we have no direct historical evidence for this explanation, only conjecture, and that conjecture appears to have been made more recently.

Another explanation of the origins of April Fools' Day was provided by Joseph Boskin, a professor of history at Boston University. He explained that the practice began during the reign of Constantine, when a group of court jesters and fools told the Roman emperor that they could do a better job of running the empire. Constantine, amused, allowed a jester named Kugel to be king for one day. Kugel passed an edict calling for absurdity on that day, and the custom became an annual event.

"In a way," explained Prof. Boskin, "it was a very serious day. In those times fools were really wise men. It was the role of jesters to put things in perspective with humor."

This explanation was brought to the public's attention in an Associated Press article printed by many newspapers in 1983. There was only one catch: Boskin made the whole thing up. It took a couple of weeks for the AP to realize that they'd been victims of an April Fools' joke themselves.

It is worth noting that many different cultures have had days of foolishness around the start of April, give or take a couple of weeks. The Romans had a festival named Hilaria on March 25, rejoicing in the resurrection of Attis. The Hindu calendar has Holi, and the Jewish calendar has Purim. Perhaps there's something about the time of year, with its turn from winter to spring, that lends itself to lighthearted celebrations.

April Fools' Day is observed throughout the Western world. Practices include sending someone on a "fool's errand," looking for things that don't exist; playing pranks; and trying to get people to believe ridiculous things.

The French call April 1 Poisson d'Avril, or "April Fish." French children sometimes tape a picture of a fish on the back of their schoolmates, crying "Poisson d'Avril" when the prank is discovered."
There you are. Consider yourself educated, no longer the April Fool.