I'm not really the cook around here. My hubby is. After working, kids, homeschooling, making breakfast and lunch, I'm usually too pooped for dinner. My hubby makes the fancy stuff, like grilled carne asada, the spicey beef skewers from Disneyland, manicotti, just yummy stuff all over. I am the baker, he's the cooker.
But on the rare occasion I cook, I use my good ole buddy, the crock pot!
My current favorite- BBQ pulled pork.
Put pork loin in crock pot. Season (I use Costco's smokehouse seasonings, or just salt & pepper with seasoned pepper) or you can cook it with some BBQ sauce watered down.
Cook all day on low or at least 4-5 hrs on high.
Take out of crockpot, shred well. Mix in your favorite BBQ sauce. Bake in the oven at 350 for 20 min, just enough to cook in the sauce.
Heep on rolls of your choice. Hawaiian rolls are really good.
Enjoy!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monopoly
Sometimes I get these great ideas. I dream about being this lovely mom who sits with her kids and plays monopoly, scrabble, chutes and ladders, and any other game. Games are educational. They make learning fun!
Then reality hits.
I deserve combat pay for taking the game out of the closet! All the little pieces, and the little money, and the dice that disappear halfway through the game.
The princess wanted nothing to do with playing after 2 turns. She wanted to drive the bumper car everywhere. Then she wanted to take a chance card every turn. Then to cry over everything. Then she magically couldn't toss the dice anymore. Then she would get her foot stuck in her princess dress and cry until it gets unstuck.
The Daredevil jumps on the table, off the table, on the couch, into the bank. He can't sit still. I don't blame him with all the drama the princess is bringing.
The Genius at least is keeping his cool and counting for everyone. There's light at the end of the tunnel! They'll get it someday...or have to call their brother to count for them.
The Doorbuster keeps crying. He's bored. He wants to eat. His diaper is full.
Thankfully, Daredevil ran out of money so I declared the game over. Both boys are playing in their room, nicely, with the game. I'm slightly amazed that they can do that, but I need to give them the space. They CAN do it. I need to let them. I think I stress myself out trying to micromanage them all day. I need to let them figure it out.
They grow up so fast.
Then reality hits.
I deserve combat pay for taking the game out of the closet! All the little pieces, and the little money, and the dice that disappear halfway through the game.
The princess wanted nothing to do with playing after 2 turns. She wanted to drive the bumper car everywhere. Then she wanted to take a chance card every turn. Then to cry over everything. Then she magically couldn't toss the dice anymore. Then she would get her foot stuck in her princess dress and cry until it gets unstuck.
The Daredevil jumps on the table, off the table, on the couch, into the bank. He can't sit still. I don't blame him with all the drama the princess is bringing.
The Genius at least is keeping his cool and counting for everyone. There's light at the end of the tunnel! They'll get it someday...or have to call their brother to count for them.
The Doorbuster keeps crying. He's bored. He wants to eat. His diaper is full.
Thankfully, Daredevil ran out of money so I declared the game over. Both boys are playing in their room, nicely, with the game. I'm slightly amazed that they can do that, but I need to give them the space. They CAN do it. I need to let them. I think I stress myself out trying to micromanage them all day. I need to let them figure it out.
They grow up so fast.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Not me Monday
Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
I wasn't so busy this week I can't even come up with some Not Mes!
I did not buy a 2 lb bag of pecans that hubby and I have been eating.
I did not get so mad at hubby I made my stomach hurt.
I did not debate making his closet vomit all of his clothing onto the front lawn.
Not me is throwing together a last minute yard sale, since the kid's closets have vomited their contents and I'm tired of looking at it, and so are they.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
MIA
I've been MIA for a bit. I've been planning a friend's (sister #2, whom I've known for 20 years or so) baby shower. A triple baby shower.
Yes, Triple. Like, she's having TRIPLETS.
No, she did not use IVF or anything of the sort. Her hubby said he only wanted 3 kids. She has two boys already. So God laughed and they got triplet girls.
I think I'm getting too old for this baby shower thing. I don't want to play anymore games. I don't want to ooo and awww over the same baby stuff I ooo and awww over at the store. I just want to snack on some muchies, admire the belly, give a gift and go home. I think I've played every baby shower game in existence.
But when you've known someone for 20 years, and they are popping out triplets, you're kinda obligated to throw a shower.
So I've been busy trying to harness my inner martha stewart/bakerella/pioneerwoman/best bites self to make sugar cookies for the favors.
Not just any sugar cookies, I wanted to make butterfly ones. On sticks! In three different colors for the triplets. For 50 people. That's 150 cookies. So, realistically probably 30 people- so that's 90 cookies.
As a gentle reminder, I also work from home, have 4 kids I home school, which one of them is a 2 month old. I'm sad to say 90 cookies just didn't end up happening. I think I ended up with 60 usable cookies.
Then I tried to decorate them. This didn't go so well. They look alright, but just not what I had in my head. So now I've got 50 cookies, some broken bits of cookie, and probably 20 that have pink icing on them. I have no desire to look at a cookie, cook a cookie, or ice anymore cookies.
So, I've resorted to making Out best Bite's pretzel turtles. They turned out much better. At least they look finished, as my hubby says.
(It doesn't show very well, but I did them with pink, purple & green M&Ms)
So if you want to know where I'll be, I'm unwrapping 500 rolos and eating all the yellow and blue M&Ms, and looking forward to tomorrow when the shower is. Then I will be DONE!
Yes, Triple. Like, she's having TRIPLETS.
No, she did not use IVF or anything of the sort. Her hubby said he only wanted 3 kids. She has two boys already. So God laughed and they got triplet girls.
I think I'm getting too old for this baby shower thing. I don't want to play anymore games. I don't want to ooo and awww over the same baby stuff I ooo and awww over at the store. I just want to snack on some muchies, admire the belly, give a gift and go home. I think I've played every baby shower game in existence.
But when you've known someone for 20 years, and they are popping out triplets, you're kinda obligated to throw a shower.
So I've been busy trying to harness my inner martha stewart/bakerella/pioneerwoman/best bites self to make sugar cookies for the favors.
Not just any sugar cookies, I wanted to make butterfly ones. On sticks! In three different colors for the triplets. For 50 people. That's 150 cookies. So, realistically probably 30 people- so that's 90 cookies.
As a gentle reminder, I also work from home, have 4 kids I home school, which one of them is a 2 month old. I'm sad to say 90 cookies just didn't end up happening. I think I ended up with 60 usable cookies.
Then I tried to decorate them. This didn't go so well. They look alright, but just not what I had in my head. So now I've got 50 cookies, some broken bits of cookie, and probably 20 that have pink icing on them. I have no desire to look at a cookie, cook a cookie, or ice anymore cookies.
So, I've resorted to making Out best Bite's pretzel turtles. They turned out much better. At least they look finished, as my hubby says.
(It doesn't show very well, but I did them with pink, purple & green M&Ms)
So if you want to know where I'll be, I'm unwrapping 500 rolos and eating all the yellow and blue M&Ms, and looking forward to tomorrow when the shower is. Then I will be DONE!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Mom-Monday
My little Doorbuster is 14.14lbs as of last Tuesday.
I had to put away all the little 0-3 month clothes. His little chubby arms wouldn't fit through the sleeves anymore.
I had to separate out his coming-home outfit. When he wore it home he swam in it. His feet didn't reach the Monkey-footed ends and his hands barely reached the end of the sleeves. Now he's so big (and chunky), the shirt and the pants don't meet.
It's sad putting away the little baby clothes. All the little footed sleepers, little tiny onesies, all tucked into a box to wait for the next little body to dress. It's even harder when there is no little body waiting in someones tummy for the little hats & gowns.
At the same time, taking down the 3-6 months, is the fun of looking forward to what comes next. New little outfits, and new little tricks like giggles, make me happier to be moving forward. Looking forward to all the new memories we will be making, and looking forward to the next new things.
It's such a great season in life- all the new babies, all my friend's families growing. I'm glad to be the mom to lend a hand, a diaper, a dinner or a hug. I enjoy every second of my kids growing up, plus the bonus of all my friend's little ones growing up.
My sister's little one took her first steps on Valentine's Day. I was so blessed to be there. I was there when she took her first steps into this world, and I am so honored to be there when she took her first steps on her own.
It all goes by too fast. Be sure to enjoy every finger-smudge, temper tantrum, and little cry.
I had to put away all the little 0-3 month clothes. His little chubby arms wouldn't fit through the sleeves anymore.
I had to separate out his coming-home outfit. When he wore it home he swam in it. His feet didn't reach the Monkey-footed ends and his hands barely reached the end of the sleeves. Now he's so big (and chunky), the shirt and the pants don't meet.
It's sad putting away the little baby clothes. All the little footed sleepers, little tiny onesies, all tucked into a box to wait for the next little body to dress. It's even harder when there is no little body waiting in someones tummy for the little hats & gowns.
At the same time, taking down the 3-6 months, is the fun of looking forward to what comes next. New little outfits, and new little tricks like giggles, make me happier to be moving forward. Looking forward to all the new memories we will be making, and looking forward to the next new things.
It's such a great season in life- all the new babies, all my friend's families growing. I'm glad to be the mom to lend a hand, a diaper, a dinner or a hug. I enjoy every second of my kids growing up, plus the bonus of all my friend's little ones growing up.
My sister's little one took her first steps on Valentine's Day. I was so blessed to be there. I was there when she took her first steps into this world, and I am so honored to be there when she took her first steps on her own.
It all goes by too fast. Be sure to enjoy every finger-smudge, temper tantrum, and little cry.
Not me Monday!
It's not me that's been having too much fun and neglecting my blog.
It's not me who's so far behind on laundry I'll never be caught up.
It's not me who also snuck off to Disneyland again on Thursday.
It's not me who's going to use the pictures the kids took at Disneyland as schoolwork- it's photography lessons! Right?
It's not me who has a laptop that's going to cost $745.00 to fix- oh wait! That's not me, it's my kids, who spilled water on it.
It's not me who abandoned my idea of having both kids with laptops for the majority of their school work due to the $745 repair bill.
It's not me who has a handy hubby who's going to fix the laptop for about $80 when all is bought off ebay.
It's not me who went to target and bought a new dress and a new skirt that weren't even on clearance, because I wanted something new to wear to a baby shower I am hosting and matches my cute new shoes perfectly. And the skirt was soo cute!
It's not me who was in awe at Babies R US at their nursing covers and breastmilk alcohol testing strips. It wasn't me you saw standing there for 10 min in shock of the neat stuff they had. It wasn't me who was in glee over the silver colored bottles, even though I have no use for a bottle, at all.
It's not me who spent $8 on a very cool breastfeeding bottle that does really look very much like a breast and even better- work like one, only to have my son hate it just as much as the 99 cent one. It's not me who thinks that's really funny.
It's not me who's so far behind on laundry I'll never be caught up.
It's not me who also snuck off to Disneyland again on Thursday.
It's not me who's going to use the pictures the kids took at Disneyland as schoolwork- it's photography lessons! Right?
It's not me who has a laptop that's going to cost $745.00 to fix- oh wait! That's not me, it's my kids, who spilled water on it.
It's not me who abandoned my idea of having both kids with laptops for the majority of their school work due to the $745 repair bill.
It's not me who has a handy hubby who's going to fix the laptop for about $80 when all is bought off ebay.
It's not me who went to target and bought a new dress and a new skirt that weren't even on clearance, because I wanted something new to wear to a baby shower I am hosting and matches my cute new shoes perfectly. And the skirt was soo cute!
It's not me who was in awe at Babies R US at their nursing covers and breastmilk alcohol testing strips. It wasn't me you saw standing there for 10 min in shock of the neat stuff they had. It wasn't me who was in glee over the silver colored bottles, even though I have no use for a bottle, at all.
It's not me who spent $8 on a very cool breastfeeding bottle that does really look very much like a breast and even better- work like one, only to have my son hate it just as much as the 99 cent one. It's not me who thinks that's really funny.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Talking About Thursday
What are some goals you are working on?
I'm working on a few things:
1)Providing my kids with more variety in things to do. Now that I'm settled into this new job, I need to take them out to do things more often. I miss taking them out to museums and stuff. I'm trying to plan one special trip a month.
2) To get my house cleaned out and organized. I feel like we have too much stuff that doesn't have a home, and that's why the house feels so messy. So slowly I've been making baby steps towards this, doing a closet here and a cupboard there.
3) To read more. I've been lacking things to read and it's setting a bad example. I've read everything by the authors I like, it's time to find a few new authors to read.
4) To try and be nicer and kinder to other people. I think I do a pretty good job at this, but there is always room for improvement.
5) To quit procrastinating. It's easier to do it and get it done then to keep thinking about it all the time.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
"Ineffective Breathing Pattern"
is what landed Doorbuster in the hospital Saturday morning. Friday he had a little runny nose and a little cough and sounded a bit congested. We woke up at 1am Sat morning because he was having a very hard time breathing. I sucked his nose, used vapor rub, used the steamer, but no such luck. He got worse so I took him to urgent care. Urgent care said they didn't treat 2 month olds and sent us to the ER. I'm very glad they did, as there was nothing urgent care could of done.
In the ER they called us back right away, checked his temp (100.7, which was the highest it got), gave him Tylenol and got us a bed. He was this off, yellowish/grey color, and just groaning, grunting, and crying constantly. They swabbed his nose for flu & RSV and took an X-ray to rule out pneumonia. The respiratory therapists came and gave him a breathing treatment and then deep suctioned his nose but putting a tube down his throat. They sucked out soooo much gunk. Some clear, some almost looking like breastmilk.
The swabs all came back clear- no rsv, no swine flu, no seasonal flu. X-rays were clear too. Since his 02 levels were in the 80s they admitted him until they could figure out what was wrong, or until the levels stayed normal. The NICU nurses came down and did his IV, since he is so chunky you can't see any veins on him. Once he got that IV he perked up and managed some half way smiles at people. Then they took some labs and sent us up to peds.
And we sat, sat, sat, in one very uncomfortable rocking chair. They gave him antibiotics just in case, and more breathing treatments. His 02 levels improved so they stopped the treatments and waited to see how he did. He slept so well that night- I woke up over every sigh, cough, nurse visit and beep. Since he did well all night, they discharged him around 1:30 on Sunday. His ped thinks it was just a bad virus he had a hard time fighting, and sent us home without any medication.
I have never been so thankful in my life, or so scared over my little guy. This is the 2nd time I've ever taken a kid to the ER, and first time any of them were admitted. Hopefully the last too!
I'm also very glad I have a very capable hubby who can take care of his kids and keep them fed, entertained, clothed, plus take care of household stuff like laundry. He even went shopping for me so I'd have some comfy clothes while I took care of Doorbuster. Not to mention I came home with almost a load of clothes that had been spit up on, drooled on, and snotty blankets. It let me keep my mind focused on the little one.
Those gown-type baby outfits are invaluable for hospital stays. He could stay warm and still have his feet out (since they had the IV and the O2 sensor).
One of my friends asked how I knew he was sick. I 2nd guessed myself when my gut was saying to take him in. It was scary thinking he could stop breathing anytime. I'm glad I know CPR, but I have no desire to use it. I was also so paranoid that it would be swine flu or seasonal flu, since he's not vaccinated for either. Nor do I think we will be getting either vaccine anytime soon. A vaccine wouldn't of prevented this. I also don't know how moms do it with very ill kids. A day was hard enough! He was getting bored and so was I. I was really glad I ran home (hubby stayed with Doorbuster while a friend watched the older ones), got my laptop with some movies and some snacks. At least while I cuddled my sicky I could relax (as much as one can with an uncomfortable chair) and not stress over what is going wrong.
I'm just so thankful everything turned out ok. I pray we don't have to go through this again.
In the ER they called us back right away, checked his temp (100.7, which was the highest it got), gave him Tylenol and got us a bed. He was this off, yellowish/grey color, and just groaning, grunting, and crying constantly. They swabbed his nose for flu & RSV and took an X-ray to rule out pneumonia. The respiratory therapists came and gave him a breathing treatment and then deep suctioned his nose but putting a tube down his throat. They sucked out soooo much gunk. Some clear, some almost looking like breastmilk.
The swabs all came back clear- no rsv, no swine flu, no seasonal flu. X-rays were clear too. Since his 02 levels were in the 80s they admitted him until they could figure out what was wrong, or until the levels stayed normal. The NICU nurses came down and did his IV, since he is so chunky you can't see any veins on him. Once he got that IV he perked up and managed some half way smiles at people. Then they took some labs and sent us up to peds.
And we sat, sat, sat, in one very uncomfortable rocking chair. They gave him antibiotics just in case, and more breathing treatments. His 02 levels improved so they stopped the treatments and waited to see how he did. He slept so well that night- I woke up over every sigh, cough, nurse visit and beep. Since he did well all night, they discharged him around 1:30 on Sunday. His ped thinks it was just a bad virus he had a hard time fighting, and sent us home without any medication.
I have never been so thankful in my life, or so scared over my little guy. This is the 2nd time I've ever taken a kid to the ER, and first time any of them were admitted. Hopefully the last too!
I'm also very glad I have a very capable hubby who can take care of his kids and keep them fed, entertained, clothed, plus take care of household stuff like laundry. He even went shopping for me so I'd have some comfy clothes while I took care of Doorbuster. Not to mention I came home with almost a load of clothes that had been spit up on, drooled on, and snotty blankets. It let me keep my mind focused on the little one.
Those gown-type baby outfits are invaluable for hospital stays. He could stay warm and still have his feet out (since they had the IV and the O2 sensor).
One of my friends asked how I knew he was sick. I 2nd guessed myself when my gut was saying to take him in. It was scary thinking he could stop breathing anytime. I'm glad I know CPR, but I have no desire to use it. I was also so paranoid that it would be swine flu or seasonal flu, since he's not vaccinated for either. Nor do I think we will be getting either vaccine anytime soon. A vaccine wouldn't of prevented this. I also don't know how moms do it with very ill kids. A day was hard enough! He was getting bored and so was I. I was really glad I ran home (hubby stayed with Doorbuster while a friend watched the older ones), got my laptop with some movies and some snacks. At least while I cuddled my sicky I could relax (as much as one can with an uncomfortable chair) and not stress over what is going wrong.
I'm just so thankful everything turned out ok. I pray we don't have to go through this again.
Not Me Monday!
I don't have tons of laundry to do, since I was in the hospital with a sick baby.
I did not bring a huge bag of things to do, since holding my son constantly was boring.
I did not bring cookies to eat while I was there.
I did not bring granola bars since hospital food sucks.
I did not take pictures of the horrible food and post them on facebook for my own amusement.
I did not come home from the hospital and play WoW for awhile to zone out for a bit.
I am not procrastinating cleaning up the mess from this weekend. I now know the answer to what I do all day when I feel like I did nothing at all.
I did not bring a huge bag of things to do, since holding my son constantly was boring.
I did not bring cookies to eat while I was there.
I did not bring granola bars since hospital food sucks.
I did not take pictures of the horrible food and post them on facebook for my own amusement.
I did not come home from the hospital and play WoW for awhile to zone out for a bit.
I am not procrastinating cleaning up the mess from this weekend. I now know the answer to what I do all day when I feel like I did nothing at all.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Bad, Bad, Bad idea
I had the oh-so-smart idea of trying to multi-task today. I figured that if I took the hubby and kids to my short-dentist appointment/consult today that we could pop on over to costco, hubby could see the eye doctor and I could do the costco shopping, and then go home.
Bad idea. Bad, Bad, Bad idea.
Dentist consult took a half hour longer then it should of. It was raining, so hubby decided to sit with the kids in the car.
Kids + Van + boredom = bad, bad, bad idea.
The Doorbuster got fussy because he was hungry/bored/slightly sick. The older boys start fighting with each other. Genius punches Daredevil in the nose, which promptly starts gushing blood. Daredevil has Von Willebrands, so when he bleeds, he bleeds buckets. Then Princess started crying over the blood and threw up all over the car. Soooo poor hubby was stuck with two crying kids with one covered in puke, and one very bloody child, and one very in trouble child.
Needless to say, cloth diapers and regular diapers work GREAT for soaking up bloody noses.
Needless to say, we went home. Several children spent the day separated into their own rooms and are grounded for the weekend. Hubby and I were not happy with them at all. And we didn't make it to costco.
Bad idea. Bad, Bad, Bad idea.
Dentist consult took a half hour longer then it should of. It was raining, so hubby decided to sit with the kids in the car.
Kids + Van + boredom = bad, bad, bad idea.
The Doorbuster got fussy because he was hungry/bored/slightly sick. The older boys start fighting with each other. Genius punches Daredevil in the nose, which promptly starts gushing blood. Daredevil has Von Willebrands, so when he bleeds, he bleeds buckets. Then Princess started crying over the blood and threw up all over the car. Soooo poor hubby was stuck with two crying kids with one covered in puke, and one very bloody child, and one very in trouble child.
Needless to say, cloth diapers and regular diapers work GREAT for soaking up bloody noses.
Needless to say, we went home. Several children spent the day separated into their own rooms and are grounded for the weekend. Hubby and I were not happy with them at all. And we didn't make it to costco.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Talking about Thursday's- Laugh
Today, we're talking about something that made us laugh.
Today we went to the mall to go to lunch with some friends and do a bit of shopping. As we are walking around the mall Daredevil starts kissing my arm. Then my hand. Then he pats my arm and says "I like you Mom!". So I give him a kiss on the forehead and tell him I like him too. He then cuddles up and kisses my arm again. Then it comes, "Mom, will you buy us a pretzel?" I tell him no, not today. So he starts kissing my arm more. "Now can we have a pretzel?"
It made me laugh because it was so like Daredevil. He'll be quite the charmer someday.
Oooops...it's not wednesday, is it?
Here I am, sitting at my computer getting all excited to do a wordless Wednesday post and I realized it's not Wednesday. It's Thursday. Ooops. Here's a picture anyways. This is what I get for not having any caffeine.
Proof- 3 kids taking a nap at Disneyland, all at the same time!
Proof- 3 kids taking a nap at Disneyland, all at the same time!
Weighing in!
So far our totals to date are....
I've lost 3.5 lbs, then gained 2 of them back. I lost when eating cupcakes, gained when I watched what I ate. Go figure.
Hubby has lost 2. He also feels like a rabbit eating salads all the time.
I've lost 3.5 lbs, then gained 2 of them back. I lost when eating cupcakes, gained when I watched what I ate. Go figure.
Hubby has lost 2. He also feels like a rabbit eating salads all the time.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The HAPPIEST place on earth...or Else!
I took the 4 kiddos to Disneyland yesterday. We met up with a fellow homeschooling mom & her son, and my "sister" & her daughter. It was a blast!
There's just one thing I regret though- my children can sure be spoiled brats when they want to be.
Daredevil spent most of the time picking on his siblings and making them mad, on purpose. He'd also stand wherever I told him NOT to stand, and ran off on a few occasions. We've had annual passes since 2005, so he's been going since he was 2 1/2. I know he knows how to behave. I guess the 7 month gap with no passes wiped his brain clean on how to behave.
Genius spent most of the time muttering. His muttering is a constant steam of grumbling about "it's never his turn to ride anything he just wants to ride one ride he just wants to use the camera to take pictures for a new calender but daredevil keeps messing up his pictures and he can never take good ones for his calender and this is just so boring he doesn't want to stay in this area we always go to this area why can't we ride other rides..." and so on and so on. When you ask him what he does want to ride he wont tell you.
Casey Jr had the longest line at probably 20 min or so, and the ENTIRE time I got to hear him mumbling and grumbling away. I'm not looking forward to teenager years for him.
Princess aptly acted her name and cried and fell on the floor after every ride. About halfway through the day she gave up when she realized she was getting in trouble every time. I guess she didn't remember the last times we went.
No one seemed to get the idea that we ride rides everyone can go on in between the ones the little ones can't go on. And that I wasn't going to walk back and forth across the park to alternate exactly between the two.
I was very glad my sister came along or I would have lost it with them and we would of spent the day going back to the car to start over. I know they enjoy going. They just are having a hard time acting the part. And with her there, we both even got to do some grown up rides!
Doorbuster was the most enjoyable park buddy I've ever had. Aside from one poopy blow out that I was prepared for, he had a grand time. Except for the teacups.
He didn't like the teacups too much.
There's just one thing I regret though- my children can sure be spoiled brats when they want to be.
Daredevil spent most of the time picking on his siblings and making them mad, on purpose. He'd also stand wherever I told him NOT to stand, and ran off on a few occasions. We've had annual passes since 2005, so he's been going since he was 2 1/2. I know he knows how to behave. I guess the 7 month gap with no passes wiped his brain clean on how to behave.
Genius spent most of the time muttering. His muttering is a constant steam of grumbling about "it's never his turn to ride anything he just wants to ride one ride he just wants to use the camera to take pictures for a new calender but daredevil keeps messing up his pictures and he can never take good ones for his calender and this is just so boring he doesn't want to stay in this area we always go to this area why can't we ride other rides..." and so on and so on. When you ask him what he does want to ride he wont tell you.
Casey Jr had the longest line at probably 20 min or so, and the ENTIRE time I got to hear him mumbling and grumbling away. I'm not looking forward to teenager years for him.
Princess aptly acted her name and cried and fell on the floor after every ride. About halfway through the day she gave up when she realized she was getting in trouble every time. I guess she didn't remember the last times we went.
No one seemed to get the idea that we ride rides everyone can go on in between the ones the little ones can't go on. And that I wasn't going to walk back and forth across the park to alternate exactly between the two.
I was very glad my sister came along or I would have lost it with them and we would of spent the day going back to the car to start over. I know they enjoy going. They just are having a hard time acting the part. And with her there, we both even got to do some grown up rides!
Doorbuster was the most enjoyable park buddy I've ever had. Aside from one poopy blow out that I was prepared for, he had a grand time. Except for the teacups.
He didn't like the teacups too much.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Not Me Monday
Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
It's not me that ate the entire platter of wings, pizza, chip and potato/cheese/peperoni things.It's not me that went to chuckie cheese on a Saturday and ran screaming back out of the place.
I didn't procrastinate on doing time sheets and have to do them all this morning, not me!
I didn't buy tacos last night because I was too lazy to put chicken in the crockpot, not me!
I'm not completely annoyed by Daredevil who's asked 87583040293132 times if he can hold Doorbuster this morning, not me. And it's not me who's told him no because its more work then me holding him.
It's not me who's eating candy for breakfast.
It's not me who has a million things to do today.
It's not me who's sneaking of to Disneyland tomorrow.
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