Want to go to the White House Egg Roll? Here is what you need to know!

The White House Easter Egg roll is a long standing tradition which dates back to 1878 under the Administration of President Rutherford B. Hayes. The Easter Egg Roll is an annual event, and is held on the White House South Lawn each Easter Monday for children (age 13 and younger) and their parents. The Egg Roll is a race, where children push an egg through the grass with a long-handled spoon. The idea began and continued as a way for the public to see their president as accessible and inviting families to the lawn to play games and be entertained became a yearly tradition having only been cancelled due to heavy rain or war.

Tickets to the event are FREE and the way families score the hottest ticket in D.C has changed over the years. In the beginning local school children in the area where given the tickets, then military families were included and most recently they held a ticket pick up day and 1 parent would stand in line for hours to pick up tickets for the family. A few years ago Recreation.gov began holding a lottery and this is currently the way tickets are distributed. This allows families from across America the chance to attend the event.

Getting There: https://www.recreation.gov/

The Recreation. gov website holds an annual lottery. This will open early February and is only open a couple of days so you have to mark your calendars and check back.

There is no charge for entering the lottery.

Only one application per household may be submitted. All other applications will be voided without notice.

Ensure that your account contact information is correct and current. Your email address will be used for lottery and ticket communications. 

Once it closes you are no longer able to enter the lottery. This year winners were announced through email on March 2. They also send an email to the losers and that is the one I got! We did not get tickets through the lottery and according to their website over half a million people enter for tickets each year and around 35,000 are chosen. A lady spoke with my husband during the egg roll about her eight years of tries for tickets only to be selected for the first time this year. She also wasn't a President Trump fan and was disappointed by the entire event. I will write about this in a minute.

We got tickets through our Congressman's office. If you really want to go this is probably your best shot if you know someone! His office was given 4 tickets only and we got all 4! This was primarily due to the fact that A.we knew someone that works closely with the congressman and B. I am a public school teacher and it was my daughter's 8th birthday.

 Some years they get more, some years they don't get any and they aren't aware of this until about a week prior to the event. So unlike the lottery system which gives you a month to plan your trip, this method means you will need to be  flexible and you will need to book a hotel and plan quickly.

The Event: There are several time slots to which you will be given tickets, you can't choose this. We were in Group D which was 2:30-4:30. Group A began at 6:30 AM and the last group, Group E began at 4:30 when we were leaving. From what I have read on other sites the worst groups are the first and last time slot only because the media isn't there so you won't get any presidential sightings or any big name readers at the reading nook. The best slots are Group B or C. This was when the majority and the A list cabinet members came out including President Trump and Melania.

You are encouraged to get into line up to 2 hours before your time. It was 41 degrees on April 2 and to someone from the south, it was almost unbearable! But we waited and waited and did jumps to stay warm. We arrived around 12:30 and were in the 2nd line of about 9 roped off areas. You wait there until time to take you through security. They check bags and scan your tickets. The place is packed with volunteers who are extremely friendly and helpful. There will be people everywhere trying to help you. It was very nice! Once through security, you are directed to another line and will wait about another 30 minutes. This line has a DJ and the kids dance and the excitement builds. Finally at exactly 2:30 they will begin letting you in. Your group may contain upwards of 3,000 people. This is why you want to arrive early. So when your time slot opens you are in and can have your full 2 hours! If you are late or at the end of a line of 3,000 people you will lose time! Because once your time ends, you have to leave. I have read other blogs of people not knowing this fact and only having 45 minutes or so at the egg roll!

Once you get in everything is beautiful! You are right next to the white house! You can see the sniper's eyes on the roof you are SO CLOSE! There are so many things to do! You will run dragging your child from station to station because its a race against the clock and if you got in early there are NO lines for about the first 20 minutes! That is when we did the egg hunt and egg roll which are both the most popular. Also playing tennis on the president's courts was crowded and we waited in line for that the longest but only about 20 minutes. There is live music and again volunteers everywhere. You don't have to take selfies cause several of them are at every photo op asking if you want them to take the photo for you. The grass is gorgeous! Its like Easter basket grass. It looks fake its so pretty and it feels like carpet. Enjoy the grass!

The event is also live streamed so be sure and share the link with family and friends. When my children were being read to by Betsty DeVos I texted my parents to pull up the reading nook camera and they could watch!

The entire event is so surreal. You want to stop and breathe and take it all in. Its the quickest 2 hours of your life and at this point we had been outside in 41 degrees for almost 4 hours but we didn't even notice.

The attire varies. Some people were wearing heels, others in blue jeans. We had bought new dresses for our girls but once we saw the weather report they were covered up by jackets, hats, and gloves! They have a station with drinks and snacks if you need something but they won't let you bring any food or drinks in. In fact, we just brought our tickets and camera or phones. My girls wanted to bring their baskets for the egg hunt but they have their own for the kids to use. We ended up needing to use them anyway to hold all the stuff we were given. Some people brought strollers but they ended up just being in the way. I would not bring a stroller in.

We left about 15 minutes prior to the end of our session. I had read that trying to shovel 3,000 people out of 1 narrow exit takes a long time! On your way out you are again greeted with lots of volunteers thanking you for coming. People at this event are seriously nice and helpful, it was better then Disney!

The kids are given a goody bag. It contained an egg dying kit, candy, an egg recipe book (this event is hosted by America's egg farmers) and a wooden commemorative keepsake egg. They loved the goody bag!

Now back to my point about the lady that wasn't happy with the event. The families in line with us were Trump supporters. You could tell many people were attending just hoping for a chance to meet or see the president or first lady. I really believe this will affect your experience. I saw "Make America Great Again" hats and t-shirts everywhere! People were getting pictures made in front of the white house wearing their Trump gear. I would imagine that when Obama was president or Bush or whoever, that the people attending were overwhelmingly supporters. So if you are not a fan, I would say wait and go when a president you support is in office. Otherwise the fanfare is going to drive you crazy. For 30,000 total people to wait in line for up to 5 hours in 41 degree weather for this event, you would have to think they are supporters and the people I encountered were BIG fans. Its just something to keep in mind.

Overall I would do this again in a second! My children had a blast and it was a memory we will hold special forever! At the end of the day we were cold and tired but still so excited and grateful for this experience. 





BOO! Parenting. Scared yet?

I know people personally and through other folks who tell me they know people avoiding parenthood. These people aren't trying to decide if they want to have kids. They know they do. They are in healthy, loving seemingly wonderful relationships, so why wouldn't they just start their families. Just do it, so to speak.


Here's why. They take this whole, I am responsible for another life very serious, and they should. They don't want to screw up, they don't want to change the good thing they have now with freedom and fun and travel and career goals. They are happy now and yes kids would be great but they tell you, they just aren't ready. And kids, that just seems stressful and overwhelming.


Its frustrating to us on the other end of parenthood. We did it. We survived. It made us crazy but we are still here. We can offer advice and free babysitting. We can't wait to hold their little one. We have picked out the name for them. So why, why won't they just get on the Cheetos, spilled milk, soccer practice bandwagon?


Because we live in an environment of judgment and of my opinion matters. And its stressing young couples out! We live in a world of constant scrutiny and being an ant under a magnifying glass is only fun for the person holding the magnifier. It's every man for himself nowadays and we aren't very supportive of our fellow parents. Its a club that people sometimes find themselves apart of without the memory of signing up. And others who find themselves hazed. It's not for the faint of heart and it takes guts and courage but its not impossible and yes, if now is the perfect time then you should join us. Not all of us think we know best. In fact, if we are truly being honest, none of us knows what we are doing. And yes you can do this without caring what others think!




When I had my first child, I was on social media but at that time it was more, 'look at my vacation pictures.' It wasn't how it is today with the sharing of articles and opinions and comments due to safety in numbers. By the time I had my second child I didn't even participate in social media because I found it time consuming and didn't see much of a purpose. I can't imagine what this must be like today to have a new baby and open your Facebook news feed. Articles are out there and they are looking for you. To pop up on your feed on a day that has already been particularly terrible. Articles that tell you to breastfeed or your kids will die and never be on the same reading level as their peers. Personal response pieces letting you know that having pets is impossible with kids and all good parents take them to the pound during pregnancy. Opinion pieces on vaccination.  Everyone has an idea and everyone wants you to know they are correct and did what is correct and that YOU are incorrect if you don't take their advice and shall I say, heed their warning.



Of course, you are terrified. Of course you feel that 1 mistake will ruin your future child and this will be a direct reflection on your parenting. You should feel this way, you have had lots and I mean lots of negative, opinionated information thrown into your face.  So allow me to offer a refreshing alternative today. Not something that will solidify your decision, but maybe something to make it not seem SO scary.


I have read those articles too. I have seen the comments and I too have felt like maybe those parents are better and have it all together and those kids will be amazing and what I am doing is all wrong. So I get it, I really do. But guess what- I don't know what I am doing. Ever. And my kids are okay.
I breathe a lot and I close my eyes tight and I cry in my car sometimes because my child had a melt down at the store and I got 'those' looks from strangers. NOTE: You will know the look very soon if you decide to join us.  I read parenting books and implement strategies for about 2 days, then I forget. My kids have worn shoes too small and had accidents without a change of clothes. Yes, the school will send them home wearing clothes that once belonged to the opposite sex. I feed them McDonalds and take them to county fairs. They pet animals at the zoo and don't always wash their hands before eating funnel cake. I forget the sunscreen and make them share 1 towel that I packed for myself that I found on the floor.  They have messy rooms and long toenails and if there is mud or chocolate within 20 yards they will find it right before we need to leave the house for a public event.


And the parents of these two kids, don't even get me started. They stay up way too late and have poor eating habits. They never say the right thing. They drink wine and let curse words slip.
 BUT they love each other and their kids more than anything on this planet. And they say it all the time and they make time for family movie nights and microwave popcorn and people tell these parents how amazing their children are and they can't believe it because they don't feel like they do anything right, ever.
But yet, these kids are amazing. They are good people and they are funny and they care about others and they are the best people their parents know. So how did this happen when they aren't feeding them grass fed organic whole grain extra veggie vegan spaghetti while listening to Mozart,  reading Shakespeare and breastfeeding until they are 12? Um..because they are humans and humans are resilient and created to survive and thrive. And your kids will be okay too.


You will just know what to do.


I can't write it on a blog post or argue with someone I have never met in Nevada on Facebook about this topic but I can tell you that somehow, like magic you will just know the answer. You will know your child and you will know what works for your family and you will be just as good at this as all the rest of us are..not. But don't let complete strangers that claim they are perfect because they do A, B and C convince you that you can't do this or persuade you from missing the most exciting, fun and unbelievable life experience. Besides isn't social medial for sharing the highlights and not the low nights.


 Take it from me, a person writing a blog that knows nothing of your life or situation. A person that jumped off a cliff hoping for best and expecting the worse. A person that laughs at those posts that try to make me feel like a sub par parent because my proof that I am doing okay is in the faces of my children who are happy and better that I imagined. A person who people pull aside to remark that my children are awesome and want to know what I am doing. To which I reply, "I don't really know, I forgot to feed them breakfast. So maybe that's it?"

The day my daugher told me I wasn't fun.

You know those questions you ask sometimes that you really DON'T want to know the answer to.  You just ask because you are having a conversation and you think you know the answer but you aren't prepared for how much its going to hurt to hear the answer.


Those questions are bad questions. Don't ask them.


Because one day the answer is going to destroy everything you thought you knew.
This is about the day my daughter told me I wasn't fun.


If you know me in real life, you know I am a lot of fun. I am all about fun. Its like my reason for being on this planet. If I am not making you laugh then I am not enjoying myself. I am not being myself.


But to my first born, the one that made me a mommy, I am not fun.


We were laying in her bedroom talking as I was trying to get her to fall asleep. Coming back from winter break is hard and as a parent that practices in the art of lazy parenting during break, its extremely hard for our family to recover. It was about 10PM at night. I know, I cringe that I just confessed that to you and can feel your judgments already but let's be real. It was 10PM on a school night when she destroyed my mental mom the of year award.


Sometimes we play different games like I tell her a crazy made up story about sisters who can poop magic and make people disappear, like off the wall weird stories and she loves it. Sometime we lay in bed asking questions about life, the future, when she was little, etc.


So one night I asked "What can mommy be doing better?"


I tell my kids all the time that I have NO idea what I am doing. Even more shocking then realizing there was no Santa Clause was my realization as a young teen that the adults in my life had no clue what they were doing. I thought they had it all figured out and one day when I turned 18 I would instantly know all the secrets of the world and everything would make sense and I would just know how to handle life. But now I am 38 and that day still hasn't happened.
So I am really honest with both kids and I tell them I don't know what I am doing and I am just doing what I think is right and best.


Her response hit me and I felt tears swell into my eyes and I immediately regretted asking her.
"You're not very fun." She said.


I wanted to lash out, FUN! FUN! That is what I could be doing better?

 I was voted wittiest in high school. Co-workers tell me I am their comic relief. My husband married me 97% because I was fun. The other 3% just had to do with the fact that I was single.
FUN! FUN!


I couldn't believe it.


I got myself together and took a deep breath. "Okay, Can you explain that better for mom?"


"Sure," she said so proud that she has just admitted something to me that has probably been on her mind for a while which again made me want to burst into tears.


"Like, you never just play with me. You don't play legos or Barbies or just ask me if I want to play something with you."


WOW. She is right. I am not fun. Not to a 6 year old. My 6 year old self would be so ashamed that I live in a house with all these toys and I never touch them except to pick them up off the floor, silently curse under my breath then place them onto a shelf.


So.I am playing in my head what my response to her will be. Here is what I wanted to say:


"Do you know what I do around here? I am in charge of groceries and cooking and cleaning and laundry and I am the logistics and transportation specialist. I make sure you are clean and fed and clothed and you have a jacket on for the 20 seconds you are outside. I wash your sheets and clean your bathroom including dried toothpaste on the mirror. I make dinner then make another dinner for your sister that refuses to eat. I work a full time job. I take care of the pets and make sure they have food and water and schedule their haircuts and schedule your haircut and forget about when I need a hair cut. I step on those legos you speak of then shout out in pain and pick them up because no one else is going to. I fold towels and hang up backpacks and check homework and notes from teachers and keep the message board up to date about when I need to send cupcakes and what days I have to travel for work and if I have time I try to shower and brush my own teeth.
 So tell me, who has time for FUN?


But I didn't say that. I didn't say any of it.


I am not a martyr and I never want to be seen as one. This parenting gig is the most important aspect of my entire being and I love it. I love it so much.


But most of the time I find myself feeling behind and never able to catch up. I can spend an entire Saturday cleaning out bedrooms only to see them destroyed and unorganized again in 3 days. I am tired. And sitting on the couch next to my husband in the evenings zoning out to mindless TV, that is my hallelujah moment. That is what gets me through a lot of days.


While some people go to their inner happy place of beaches and mountain cabins, I go to my couch, next to my husband, zoning out.


So here is what I said instead:


" I know. And I am sorry. I will do better."


I said this because it needed to be said. I was quickly reminded of the times I have been asked to play with her and my response is always, " I will in a minute."
And if I do sit down for 2 minutes to play I am never in the moment. I am in my head. I am thinking that I need to get up and change out the laundry. I am thinking that the counter looks gross and if I could just jump up for 20 seconds and wipe it off or that I haven' t gotten the mail today.


 I am always somewhere else.


Then I get a sign, a small smack in the head to bring me back, like a picture of  one of my daughters when she was 2 will fall out of a book and I will think, how is she so big now? When did this happen?


And I will try and remember what my life was like back then. And do you know what I remember?


I remember feeling worried that the carpets looked dirty.
 I remember rushing to the store, baby in tow to grab more milk and how frustrating it was to plan that trip at a time when she wouldn't' be tired and irritable so I could get that small task complete.
 I remember trying to clean the kitchen and hoping the teething ring would keep her happy so I could get some work done.


I don't remember playing. I don't remember fun. I remember tasks.


And that is what I will one day remember about the time when she was 7 or 10 or 12. The tasks, the chores, the lists in my head.


And one day she will shout "Bye mom, I am going out, be home later."
Instead of shouting, "Mom, come play legos with me."
And I will have a clean house because I have kids that don't play with legos anymore or Barbies or need a giant doll house that takes up half my wall in my living room.


So this is what I am going to do. I am going to play with my kids. I am not going to jump up to fold towels or sweep the kitchen. And its going to be really hard and its going to take me some time to get this right. And I am going to forgive myself for the times I am going to fail and  I am going to try to push those tasks out of my mind and just play.


Just be 6 again. 6... when I was fun and other kids thought I was too.