I guess I was a little vague on my last post.
Disneyland has been put on the back burner.
With the economy the way it is, the stock market crashing, the recession we are practically in, oh and the fact that we didn't have the money in the first place...we decided to be all responsible and go later when ALL 5 can enjoy it. Maybe in 2 years. We figure Obama can turn things around in a couple of years.
We couldn't just NOT go someplace though.
We drove an hour away to a place called
The Homestead and spent the weekend with some really good friends.
It reminds me a little of the Dirty Dancing resort. This particular weekend they had face painting, caramel apple dipping/decorating, Halloween crafts, witch hunt/fortune telling and a fireside spooky story time.
It was fun.
Everything started out GRRREAT ! and then it ended in the burning pits of hell !and then it was great again and then sweaty flaming dragons breath and then great....you see where I'm going with this.
The kids had so much fun and really were pretty good. They just wouldn't take naps and well, my kids without naps is like a crack addict in lock up. They really needed naps. but we were in a cool room with bunk beds and candy and a screen door to a patio and crunched up honey nut cheerios on the floor and who can we sleep under these circumstances. They didn't. We all suffered for it. Mostly at night. I think Spencer had his greatest, biggest of all times melt down Saturday night. And as much as you'd like to beat the shit out of a crack addict in lock up throwing the greatest, biggest of all times tantrum, there were witnesses to the left and right of us who I'm sure wished we hadn't come at all. Funny, the walls seemed thick to us as we didn't hear a peep out of anyone around us. OH YA, how could we when it was never quiet in our room. ha ha
The babies did great. My breasticles pushed forward through the irregular pumping's and lack of water. and at the end we were so happy that we went and will always remember the time Cam jumped in the pool over and over submerging his head or the time that Sydney slept in the top bunk or when Spencer ate 2 pieces of pizza. We may even attempt it again.
Sydney is going potty and just asked me to bring her a magazine. :) ha ha ha
I love that kid.Finally, pictures.
Spencer

"DADDY!!" (as they are the spawns of Satan)

Proof of that.

Craft time.

Our room.

The bunk beds.