Calfornia: Days 2 & 3 (DISNEYLAND!!)

First off, Disneyland IS the happiest place on earth. You might have thought different after looking at Calvin's face when I told him we weren't buying him that $12 balloon, but otherwise, the happiest place. We spent two full days at both parks, which ended up being one and a half days at Disneyland and about 4 hours at California Adventure. There just wasn't enough time!! We had a ridiculous amount of fun. The rides were great. Kameron loved the tea cups and Dumbo. Calvin loved Indiana Jones and Pirates of the Caribean (who would have thought!). Brian was able to go on a few grown-up rides with his family since I'm pregnant and not really a thrill seeker these days. My favorite was Nemo, if that tells you anything. : ) It was great. The fireworks show at night was unlike anything I have EVER seen. I literally had tears welled up in my eyes the whole time, it was so magical. We had a a great time with our extended family!

California Trip: Day 1

hello.......Heeeelllloooooo...... HHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO??? Anyone still out there? I have become a horrible blogger. Life does get in the way sometimes. I have MUCH to catch up on, but for now, I need to tell you about our FAMILY VACATION!!!!! Can I start off by saying that this trip has been 25 years in the making?? I have never been to California so this was QUITE the experience.

It all started at 4:00am Monday morning when thank goodness my alarm went off. I was bursting with excitment so it wasn't that hard to get up. After packing the car, and getting the kids up at 4:30am, we were on our way. I thought that I could scoop Kam out of her crib and gently put her in her carseat and she would go back to sleep. OH NO. That little lady had eyeballs the size of saucers and was raring to go. We made it to the airport at 5:30 (courtesy of Dad) and boarded our flight pretty painlessly and without any waiting. Sad to say, one member of the Kilner family did not make it on time and had to wait till the next day to take a flight. The plane ride was alright. I guess as good as could be expected. I got stuck on one side of the plane with Calvin next to me and Kameron on my lap. Brian got to sit on the opposite side of the aisle and got to take a nap (funny how that happens... and no, I'm not bitter). But HALLELUJAH! After 2 hours and 30 minutes we finally arrived at LAX!!! We got a shuttle to our hotel and since it was so early we didn't get to check in yet. But we rented a giant van and drove to Laguna Beach. I will post pictures momentarily because there is nothing that I can say that will do it justice. It was WONDERFUL. Kameron slept on a beach towel a majority of the time, and Calvin liked running from the waves and playing on the beach. The waves were awesome and Brian went body boarding. And I just layed there and soaked up all the vacation I could (after the plane ride I sure as heck needed it). It was perfect in every way. We got back to the hotel, unpacked, and headed out to dinner. I took the kids swimming at the hotel later and then we hit the hay.... Disneyland was day number 2 and we were going to need some rest.

PICTURES UPDATE!

Every party needs a pooper

I should be in bed right now. I skipped out on 'girl's night' to go to bed early. I am so sorry to all my girly friends who I abandoned. But let me assure you that with the look smeared on my face right now, I am no fun. Don't ask me why I am blogging. It all started when some information came to my attention tonight and it bummed me out. I know you all want to know what the information is, but not important (and mind your own business, jeeze). Then the feeling of the bummed out-ness inspired me to eat chocolate (WHY!!??? OH WHY AM I SUCH AN EMOTIONAL EATER?!?!?!). Then I sat on the couch feeling horrible that I drug myself out of bed at 5:30 this morning and worked out and now all the benefits are melting away slowly with each Hershey kiss that I unwrap. Sad pathetic me. Then that guilt led me to feel guilty that I don't blog nearly as often as I want to nor as often as I hold the standards of my friends' blogs. So, here I am. But on a better note- Kameron has learned how to climb up on the couch by herself now. I didn't know this until I looked up from doing the dishes and she was sprinting across the couch cushions and diving headfirst into throw pillows and laughing hysterically. OH! And this is great! I was at the 'Y' the other day and I weighed myself.... 119lbs!!!!!! I pretty much walked out of the Y letting everyone along the way how much I weighed. In fact, I went to the DOL the next day to get an enhanced drivers license and the guy there asked if I needed to change my height or weight. HECK YES I DO!!! I gave him the new stats (I'm sure he was SOOOO impressed). Anyways, I picked up my little temporary card afterwards and THEY DIDN'T CHANGE the information!!! It still says 140lbs!!! My lovely wonderful husband actually offered to grab another number and wait another 30 minutes to talk to someone about this and get the entire very important ordeal sorted out. But Kameron was super cranky, and I, putting my children first, walked out of there with my head hung low. I went to the Y again the next day and reweighed myself (because I worked out so hard... you never know). OH. MY. GOODNESS. Well, turns out I need to wear my glasses more often.... APPARENTLY I was reading the 'kg' line. I weigh 100lbs and 19kgs! Which equals out to 142lbs. Which makes my driver's license accurate. And makes me ten pounds heavier then what my scale at home says.... cruel cruel world.

Okay.I am done complaining. Off to bed.

A Mystery

Now WHO destroyed my shower with MUD?!?!?!?!?!


A clue, a clue, if I ONLY had a clue....

Emergency Urgency

My dog is outside barking right now. What is he barking at you ask? Is it an intruder? Is it another dog? A cat? A bird? A butterfly? Some other creepy crawly thing? It is a ROCK. This rock has been taunting Benson for the last half hour in which Benson has finally lost it and has decided to tell him who's boss. Is it a rock that moves? A rock that sings? Nope. Just a plain ol' rock. And Benson has it out for him. I have a feeling that this will be a fight to the death.

OH! And this is great... I was going to the bathroom the other day (I'll spare you the details) and Calvin starts hollering from across the hall. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!! Come quick! Hurry! It's an EMERGENCY" I finish up, burst out of the bathroom, sprint into Calvin's room pretty sure he either broke a bone or lit his little sister on fire, and Calvin stops me dead in my tracks.

Calvin: "Mom (one eyebrow raised), did you wash your hands?"
Me: "What?! You were hollering like a banshee! Is everything okay?"
Calvin: "Seriously Mom. You need to wash your hands. That's really gross.... do you know where my bionicle is?"

My Archnemisis: Easter Grass

I love Easter. It's one of my favorite holidays. I love Brunch, I love Easter baskets (although the Easter bunny forgot about me this year -sigh- oh well), I love little girls in big hats, I love chocolate, boy do I love chocolate, I love the little peanut butter eggs that Brian's Mom makes, I love church Easter programs, I love spinach souffle (are you seeing the food pattern here?), and I LOVE Easter outfits.

What I HATE about Easter (okay, hate is a strong word): that even though I REFUSE to buy Easter grass to fill the baskets, the dang stuff still manages to creep into my house. IT'S EVERYWHERE! It sticks to EVERYTHING! I can't even get it off of my darn fingers! And now it's going to be twisted around my vacuum bristles for the next decade. Who invented this stuff?! And another thing- I pride myself in the Easter baskets I make Brian and the kids. I spend WEEKS thinking of the thoughtful little things that that they will enjoy. But WHY IS IT, OH WHY, that this year, I went a little crazy on Calvin's and put a kite and a kids digital camera in his, BUT WAIT- does his face light up when he looks through his basket?!?! NOT UNTIL HE GETS TO THE BOTTOM AND SEES THE PACKAGE OF JELLYBEANS!!!!! Maybe he's more like me then I think...

He sees the jellybeans...


And for your Easter enjoyment...

Tiffani & Dayton's Birthday Bowling Event! (I bowled an 87. Don't judge me.)

Presents for Everyone

Okay, Brian is playing music in the office as I write this, and for some reason I can't listen to music and think and type at the same time- so here goes. If this blog doesn't make any sense you know who to blame. First off, and most importantly: today is my BIRTHDAY! (I'm sure all you already know this, it is no secret to the world) And I really in all honestly had a wonderful, terrific, fantastic birthday. I usually don't look forward to my birthday because I feel like it's a day that I usually have all these wild expectations in my head of what the day should be like, and of course, I end up disappointed. But no sir, not this year. I had a birthday extravaganza weekend. Let me just tell you: Brix 25, creme brulee, tickets to Grease at the 5th, CAKE (twice...err three times), a birthday dinner with Brian's family, pancake breakfast, lunch with good friend, Alfredo (that was dinner, not the name of good friend), 2 bouquets of flowers, lots of cards some of which included flamingos and wiener dogs (separately, although together would have been fun), new camera, a REALLY good hair day (notice the pictures please), camera accessories including an additional lens, and of course many slobbery birthday kisses.

OH! And THIS is great! Calvin's Birthday present to me.......... He asked me today what tampons were. Happy Birthday to me! My first reaction was telling that i will tell him when he was older. But he pressed on, and he seemed to genuinely want to know. So I gave him a VERY dumbed down story about uterus's, and babies, and it helps with things that happen every month. He pretty much looked at me with unblinking eyes the whole time. I thought he might have KIND of "gotten it." But then his last question was: "so since it goes in the place that a penis isn't, is it like... if I am blind and don't have eyes, do I put the tampon there too??"
HOLY CRAP. What my son took away from our heart to heart, I do not know. But I'm hoping I can evade any more questions regarding the subject until he's like 30.

(Breath) moving on... SEA MONKEYS. They were a Christmas present for Calvin from family (I will not name). They sit on the kitchen windowsill and stare at me while I do the dishes. I remember a friend in elementary school having sea monkeys and they were cute and squiggly and you weren't really sure if they were actually a real animal or just some carpet fibers floating in the water. LET ME CLARIFY. They are big, they are gross, and they look like a tadpole and head lice had babies together. They were okay to begin with, but now they are huge and they stare at me with their eyes and it's gross. AND it gets better. Just when I had 20 sea monkeys feeding on algae in my kitchen, THEY HAVE BABIES!! Now I have 50 little gruesome head lice creatures taunting me from their tank. If you have ideas on how to humanely return them to nature, let me know. I thought about dumping them in a lake or pond somewhere but I'm afraid they will mutate into some sort of sea monster. Seriously, let me know if you've solved this dilemma before.


P.S. I was talking to an aunt this week who I normally don't talk to, and she does my mom's side of the family's genealogy AND it turns out that my great great grandmother was an INDIAN PRINCESS. NO JOKE. I'm pretty sure that gives me some whaling rights or free fireworks or something.










Did you notice the finger smudge on the cake? My parents tried to make the fact that the bakery spelled my name wrong less obvious. Love them.

Quote of the day

Me: Calvin, you need to put your shoes on so we can go to school (I toss him his shoes)

Calvin (whining): But I don't want to wear THOSE shoes...

Me: Why not?

Calvin: I need to wear my running shoes, so the girls can't catch me.



That's my boy.

More cute pictures.

Yeah, yeah... I know you're sick of looking at my cute family, but get over it already.