April is my favorite month of the year. Why, you ask?

Well, the most blatant reason is that my birthday falls within the month of April, however that is purely a selfish and pretentious reason, so let’s pretend I didn’t mention that. (*Ahem* It is this friday though.. oh, WHOOPS! I didn’t mention that either!)

Seriously, April is a great month! Spring is in full array; it isn’t too hot and it isn’t too cold. Beautiful flowers are in bloom and the grass is finally changing from that yucky winter tan color to bright luscious green (including the wonderful clover that my husband complains about daily, but hey, at least it’s green!!) To top it off, the month starts off with April Fools Day, which also happens to be my grandparents anniversary. Which reminds me, I forgot to call them today!! **slap on wrist**

Anyway, back to April Fools Day. I usually don’t pull pranks on people, but love pranks none the less. Well, let me rephrase that. I love pulling pranks on other people when I can! I have less of a tolerance when jokes are played on me, depending on the joke… (my husband giving my fake lottery tickets for Christmas was not a tolerated joke… I am still getting over it…)

My most memorable April Fools Day was when in1989, when I was almost 8 years old (3 days away in fact.. oh, whoops, that birthday thing again!) My mom and dad let us girls (my two older sisters and I) in on a prank they were going to play on my aunt/uncle and grandparents. They were going to announce at the family get together that evening that my parents were expecting another baby, which of course they were not. We thought this was absolutely hilarious. So, we get there, and they announce it and everyone screams and is excited. My Aunt Deb immediately confiscates the Dr. Pepper from my mom’s hands. A little later, they say April Fools, it was just a joke. Ha. Ha.

A few days later (I think.. my memories are sketchy…) we realize the joke is on us. My mom is pregnant. She knew it all along. She thought it was pretty funny. We were unamused. My little brother was born 7 months later, and we fell in love with him immediately. We didn’t mind the joke so much. Now, years later, the little bugger towers over me and is 18 years old, and will graduate high school this spring. I will cry.

Ok, nuff of the mushy stuff. So that is my great April Fools Day memory. Suffice to say that there will be *no* pregnancy jokes for me this year!!! I have my hands full with my 3 little girls. Someday maybe we’ll try for a boy… but he will most certainly not be an April Fools Joke. No one would believe us…