Introducing Miles Carter......AKA 'Beautiful Renesmee'

(Just keep reading and the title will be explained....oh, and notice his adorable dimple in his right cheek in this first picture. How cute is that?!?!!)

Last Friday night at about 5:30, I got a phone call form my brother, Drew. He said they were going to be inducing my SIL, Marquesas (who was overdue already), starting that night. Tracy and I decided to hop in the car and drive the 5 hours up there to be there when the baby was born.

We got there late Friday night. Well actually it was Saturday morning technically, and we went straight to the hospital. Marquesas was feeling fine. No real contractions yet. So, Tracy and I headed off to the house and figured we would come back at some point the next day, closer to when she would be delivering the baby.

My brother called us early Saturday morning and said her water broke. Tracy and I rushed over to the hospital and got there just in time for Marquesas to start pushing. She was obviously much more uncomfortable by this point. They had given her something to help take the edge off so she could get some sleep, but then things had progressed quickly. I learned something new about my SIL that day. Marquesas on drugs......is freaking hilarious!!! She was so out of it. She would push and then sleep. Then she would push and then sleep. In between her wake/sleep periods, she said some pretty funny stuff.

There was a nurse there who had pretty, red hair. At one point, she leaned over Marquesas to do some sort of nurse duty. Marquesas (in between sleep and awake, mind you) began stroking the nurses' pony tail and was like "I want my hair to be this color." (This actually happened before Tracy and I got there and my brother told us about it.)


When the time was close, the nurse had pushed the call button to call the baby nurse in. You heard the voice over the speaker say "Can I help you?" and then, in unison, Marquesas and her sister (who was also her Doula) Screamed "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" You could hear snickers through the intercom and from the nurse who had pushed the button. Apparently, Marquesas thought she had pushed it on accident, and wasn't in the mood for any sort of interruption.

Marquesas had been pushing for about 30 minutes. She would push and sleep and push and sleep. Her midwife had told her to stop pushing and breathe while she threw on all of her baby delivering gear. After about ten seconds, Marquesas picked her head up and looked around, confused. She then mumbled "Are we done now??? WHAT'S HAPPENING??"

One of my favorites came right after Miles had been delivered. It went something like this.
Marquesas: (who was holding Miles at the time) He's beautiful......He's....beautiful.
Nurse: Does he have a name yet?
Marquesas: *big sigh* Beautiful.


Then, shortly after that, they let Marquesas feed him for the first time. She got herself all exposed and situated and the nurse handed Miles to her. He immediately chomped down, which I'm sure from my own past experience with breastfeeding was not pleasant for Marquesas. She exclaimed "OUCH!! Renesmee!!!" Both Tracy and I laughed hard at this one. (For those of you who have read all four Twilight books, that is funny. To those who haven't, sorry. You don't get it.)

**This is why I now refer to my darling nephew as "Beautiful Renesmee."**

So, here is a picture of the happy new family.


Oh, and apparently, Drew couldn't be outdone by his wife, so the day after Miles entered the world, Drew threw in a few one-liners himself. My personal favorite was when they brought Miles back from his circumcision. Drew picked him up out of the bed and said something like, "Aww, he's a little lighter now. I guess he's only a Mile." Haha....he's such a goober.

So, here are just a few more of my favorite pics of Miles Carter, born December 27th at 9:42 AM. He weighed in at a whopping 7 pounds even and was 20 in.

Welcome to the world, Miles!!









I am so thankful that Marquesas let us be there and be part of such an awesome experience. She was absolutely unbelievable. If I didn't believe in superpowers before, I certainly do now. Even all doped up, she got down to business and did what needed to be done. Marquesas, I am so glad that you are a part of our family and that you have brought this incredible young man into our lives and our hearts.

Merry Twilight....er, I mean Christmas!

Never fear, my fellow bloggy friends. I have not....at least literally....dropped off the face of the earth. Although, if you asked my husband, he would beg to differ. I have spent the last two weeks reading (and/or re-reading) through the Twilight books. I spent every extra minute I had reading. I was (and am) truly a woman obsessed. I am embarrassed to admit the number of times I have seen Twilight in the theatre. Don't bother to ask. I will lie through my teeth! Seriously...it's embarrassing. (And, just for the record, I absolutely think that Rob Pattinson plays the PERFECT Edward. And um, hello....he sings and plays the guitar and the piano in real life. How hot is that?? Yes, that's right. I said he's hot. I am a dirty old woman!)

I keep dreaming about the characters in the book. I don't dream that I am in the book or even anything that has to do WITH the actual story. Like, the other night in my dream I was out eating dinner with my family and Emmett Cullen was there, eating with us. He was a part of the family. (It was not surprising to me that it was Emmett, he is probably my favorite Cullen. Yes, that's right....he trumps Edward in my book!) I also had a dream where Alice was there and she was teaching me how to make pork chops. I'm not sure why. I don't eat pork chops (and neither does she)!

I have somehow managed to get myself all ready for Christmas while walking around in this Twilight haze. The tree is set up and the presents are all bought (although not all are wrapped yet). I even managed to pull myself away from the last book long enough to take pictures of my littles in their Christmas gear a couple days ago. Although, embarrassingly again, I did not take the time to go get copies made of said pictures and get a letter written and Christmas cards out. I'm a horrible daughter/sister/friend/whatever. So, sue me. So, to all of you who were expecting a Christmas card from me, ummm......

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! and a Happy New year. We are healthy and happy. We miss you and love you and all that other jazz.

Here are a few of the pics from our little photo shoot. Notice I am all into the whole matchy-matchy thing....

When I tried this outfit on Evan in the store, he took one look at himself in the mirror, spun around to face me and exclaimed "I look like a ROCK STAR!!!!" and immediately began playing the air guitar.

Here's Laney. I caught her mid-jump.

Awww, if only they actually WERE as sweet and innocent as they look....





Laney decided that Kyle's tie was crooked and wanted to help him fix it. Notice Mikaily never breaks her "photo pose."

Sugar and Spice.....

Laney also decided the photo shoot was a little bland and she added in some props.

Kyle, looking very handsome if I do say so myself.

The Fearsome Foursome.....


I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas. Hopefully I will be back and writing again before the New Year. I do need to figure out my new years resolution. Although, I don't really see the point because, let's face it, I'm just gonna break it 3 weeks into the new year. Although, maybe I can make my resolution to read all of the Twilight books again. Something tells me I wouldn't have any problem keeping that one.


***A little addition here. My SIL pointed out to me that my children are dressed all Twilighty (red and black and all). It was absolutely a coincidence!! I promise!! Although, it is kind of cool. hehe**

Poor, Poor Buggy =(

The other day while I was doing the dishes, Mikaily came up to me with a big grin on her face and little smudge marks all over her fingers.

She announced, "I'm gonna show you something I learned at school today!"

I smiled back, grabbed the towel, dried off my hands and turned and faced her. "Ok, let me have it!"

"I think you will want the camera," she stated. (She knows me well.)

So, I got it. (And was glad I did!)

The following is what my amazingly beautiful and brilliant daughter shared with me......

(The text over each pic is what she said as she held her hand up)

This....


Is.......


Buggy......


Buggy.......


says 'hi'........


This.......


Is.......


Buggy.......


As the car......


Goes by.......


We giggled together. She gave me a big hug and then ran off into her bedroom. I then I went back to doing the dishes. I guess it's good to know she is learning something from school, right??


(P.S. For those of you that know what trials my little Mikaily has faced, notice she is manipulating the fingers on her RIGHT hand to spell out the words, which would have been impossible for her to do a year ago!!)

My Super Fun Week-ish

This past week-ish was definitely fun-filled for me! (Hopefully it was for all of you, too.)

We had an excellent Thanksgiving. My family does Thanksgiving slightly different than most (not a surprise...we are an odd bunch). Ok, actually it's not slightly different...we do it very different.

None of us are huge turkey lovers. I am not much of a meat eater. I don't eat it very often and when I do, it's pretty much chicken (because, let's face it...chicken tastes goooood). So I would definitely prefer not to have to cook one of the big, creepy looking turkeys in my beautiful kitchen. Instead, we have a really big breakfast. I make eggs and biscuits and gravy and potatoes and bacon (yes, I know bacon is a meat) and cinnamon rolls and pancakes and lots and lots of super yummy breakfast food. It's a tradition my husband and I started years ago. It works for us. My sisters and my niece came over and we ate and hung out and played video games on the Wii (which I am really, really BAD at! My 4 year old can beat me at bowling...and golf....and tennis...and cow racing....) and we just enjoyed being together.

Then, for those of you that know me well you know I LIVE for Black Friday. It is probably one of my favorite days of the entire year.

My sister, Tracy, and I got up at 2:45am on Friday morning.


By 3:30am, we were standing in line at Kohls with all of the other crazies (notice the temp. That is definitely a major perk of shopping at 4 in the morning in Florida!!).

Tracy and I always have the same game plan. On Thanksgiving day we sort through the ads together. We make our lists and decide what we will be on the hunt for. There is absolutely no shopping around.

We went to Kohls first because it opened at 4. We ran in, grabbed what was on our lists (because we are the fastest and can throw the best elbows. J/K!) We were in and out in 15 minutes!

Next, we headed over and got in line at Toys'R'Us, which opened at 5. Again, we grabbed what was on our list (except for one item that they had mistakenly "forgot" to put out that morning. Someone should be FIRED!) It took us slightly longer there due to the stocking error, but it was the "jackpot" store of the day.

Target opened at 6, so we headed over there next and got in line next. The woman behind us in line was so annoying. First she complained about how crazy the people had been at Wal-Mart (Umm, DUH! Wal-Mart shoppers are pretty psychotic on non-shopping frenzy days. What did you expect??). Then she complained about the fact that they weren't opening the doors early even though there were so many people in line (Umm, yeah. Duh again! Those workers inside would rather be visiting the proctologist than standing in there, waiting for the mobs to descend.) I was so thankful when the line started moving and we got away form her!

We then headed over to Wal-Mart (because we are glutton for punishment) and after we headed over to the mall. We ended up making a killing. By 8:30 we were back home in bed. The trunk was FULL of games and toys and other fun stuff by the end of the morning. We figured it out and although we ended up with more than $1000 (retail value) of crap, we paid less than half of that for it! SCORE!


My parents then came into town on Friday afternoon and we headed out with our mom for round two that evening.

Saturday morning I FINALLY got to see Twilight with my sisters and my mom. I loved it. Enough said.

Sunday we all decided to go to the Pier at the beach. They always have good entertainment and lots of cool vendors selling fun knick-knacks. We got to dance on a stage to some funky calypso music (I know, don't be jealous!) and my niece had her picture taken with Santa (who was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and bermuda shorts) and the picture was hilarious because although she didn't cry, she looks terrified!!) Then, my husband decided that he wanted to try this trampoline bungee thingy (after Tracy had paid for Evan to do it but he chickened out once he got onto the trampoline). They hook you up to a bunch of bungee cords and you jump on a trampoline and go flying way high into the air. Each time he jumped and went higher and higher, he would yell "weeeee" or "woohooo" or "whoopy" a little louder. At one point, when he was jumping so high he would fly up into the air and the bungee would actually have to pull him back down before he went flying off into the dark, night sky, he yelled "This....." then bounced..... "IS...." then bounced..... "FUN!!!!!!!" (See, this is why I tell everyone I have FIVE children.) He ended up gathering a crowd. Tracy said she thinks they should have given her a partial refund because of the business he brought in from his hootin' and hollerin'. Of course this is the ONE time I forget to bring my camera with me.

I spent today just hanging out with my family and, yet again, got my butt kicked by a little, bald 4 year old on the Wii.

It was a pretty great week-ish.

How was yours??

Don't Blame Me. It Wasn't My Idea!!

As a mom, I am always trying to teach my children independence.

It seems to be a very fine line that I have to walk. For example....I will let them choose an outfit and dress themselves. However, they are not allowed to wear jeans and a raggedy old t-shirt to church. I will let them help me plan meals and then help make dinner. But dinner can not consist of jelly beans, potato chips and hot chocolate.

This brings me to Saturday afternoon. I was cutting Kyle's hair. Kyle has crazy hair. It is perfectly straight. There is no body to it. However, it it extremely thick and very coarse and tends to stick out in all different directions if we let it grow out even the slightest bit. So I just take the clippers and I buzz his head. It works best that way. He likes it that Mommy then spends the next week and a half rubbing his head because I love that "peach fuzz" feel.

So, I am almost done with his hair and I call Evan.

"Ev, your hair needs cut a little, too. So I am gonna do you next, ok?"

"Yup!" He replied, as he danced around to whatever music was playing in his head.

Evan's hair was looking pretty shaggy. I tend to let his grow for a LOOONG time in between cuts because his curls just make my heart melt. I always tell him his hair is curly because his brain is overloaded with "craziness" and so that crazy then spills out through the tiny holes on his head. We call them his "crazy curls." He prides himself on being wacky and, therefore, has always loved his crazy curls.



So, I was finishing Kyle and brushing off all of the hair that had fallen onto his neck and his shoulders when Evan comes, cart wheeling into the room.

"I want my hair just like Kyle's!" I started giggling a little because lately Evan has wanted to do EVERYTHING just like his big brother.

I opened my mouth to say "NO FREAKIN' WAY am I hacking off all those beautiful curls!!" When my wonderful husband blurted out "OK!"

I think my jaw hit the floor. "Wait. No. It's not ok. I am not cutting off all his hair!"

Evan came over and stood beside me. Tears started to well up in his eyes as he said "YES! I want to be just like Kyle!"

ACK! My heart was screaming out to tell him 'too bad so sad' and know that he would be over it by morning, but my head had to butt in and remind me that although he is still little, he is trying to find his place in this world as a big boy. He is only 4 years old, but I think that is definitely old enough to be voicing his opinions and for me to hear them.

I debated for a few minutes while I got him all ready and in the chair. I decided there was no way I was going to do it. I couldn't. I took the clippers in my hand. He looked up at me and smiled and said "Just like Kyle?" I took a deep breath, smiled back, nodded and said "Just like Kyle."

I then proceeded to chop all of his gorgeous, brown locks off. I teared up as I watched the hair falling to the floor, creating a big pile of soft, c-shaped curls. Evan noticed that I was upset and said, (with a very strong 'you are such a goober undertone') "Mom, they'll grow back."

So, here he is with his new "do." Which, by the way, he absolutely loves.



Doesn't he look like a totally different kid?? He is right. They will grow back (which apparently is a good thing because some of the women at church just about went into shock when they saw him yesterday).

In retrospect, I am glad I listened to him. He is growing up so fast and I want him to know that his opinions matter and that he should absolutely stick to his guns when he feels strongly about something.

However, get a close look at the picture above because I AM NEVER CUTTING HIS CURLS OFF AGAIN!!!!!!!

To All the 'Lurkers' in the Blogosphere (and my friends too!)

I love me some comments!! I just wanted to let everyone know that.

I recently posted a comment on a blog where my opinion was different than that of the author and was all but stoned for it.

I love hearing different opinions about what I write (whether I know you or not). If you think I'm funny....let me know! If you think I'm boring.....let me know!! If you have had something similar happen or read something that you think is totally wack....let me know!! If you think I am the world's best mother and that I deserve a big trophy...well, then you probably haven't actually READ any of my posts. So, go ahead and read away and then...leave me a comment!!

All I ask is that you keep in mind that this blog is rated PG, so please KEEP IT CLEAN!!

This One's for Marquesas!!

This weekend, my sisters and I are heading up to my brother's house. His beautiful wife is pregnant and we are all going up there for her shower. I can't wait!!

In honor of this special event, I have decided to dedicate this post to Marquesas (my SIL).

This is just a short list of some of the things that my children have taught me in the last 8 years. I look forward to the day when I can read your list, Marquesas!!

Ten Things I Have Learned From My Children:

1. If someone tries to take your picture, make a funny face. It's the law!

2. If all of your friends are doing it, it might not be the safest or smartest thing to do, but it sure as heck is gonna be fun!!

3. If the food is not smeared all over the place, you aren't really enjoying it.

4. Dance like no one's watching. It's more fun that way!!!

5. If you have 4 children uner the age of 8 and your house is quiet...be afraid. Be very, very afraid!

6. No matter how much the child enjoys being licked by their dog, he does not enjoy being licked back.

7. If you want to insult someone, all you have to do is follow up a with the word "butt" at the end.

8. Boys always have the longest, thickest eyelashes......and no, it isn't fair!!

9. You can lead a child to toilet, but you can't make him pee!

10. It is possible to remember more of a foreign language learned from watching children's TV than remember what was learned from the 2 years of a foreign language you took in high school.

DEGGAT

That's TAGGED spelled backwards, in case you were confused.

I've been tagged (I know it was forever ago, but better late than never, right??) by Sugar Mommy


1. When I am walking along and hear music, I aboslutely, with no exceptions, HAVE to walk to the beat. So, if you are ever walking with me and are in a hurry, just whip out your IPOD and blast anything techno in my ear and we'll be there in no time!

2. You know those rides that spin you 'round and 'round so fast you stick to the wall?? Well, I don't.....stick, that is. I get in. It starts spinning. The floor drops out and everyone else is whirling around, laughing and stuck fast to the wall like glue.... as I slowly slide downward until my feet touch the bottom. Apparently, I am anti-anti-gravity. Go ahead. Laugh it up. Someday, when gravity decides it's tired and quits, I will smile and wave to you as I watch you float off aimlessly into space!!

3. My first job was working on a farm as a farmhand. I shoveled cow poop and sorted potatoes and picked pumpkins and I absolutely LOVED it!

4. I can't watch the movie "The Princess Bride." It scared me when I was little and I haven't been able to bring myself to watch it since!!

5. When I write, I like to use lots and lots of exclaimation marks!!!!!!!! If this is annoying to you, too bad!! I will never stop over-using them!!!!!

6. When I read a magazine, I can't start at the front. I have to open it up randomly (somewhere near the middle). I then read from the middle to the front. When I get to the beginning, I flip to the end and read from there, back up to the middle.

7. When I eat french fries, I have to eat them in pairs, according to size. If any don't match up, I either give them or throw them away. Oh, no...wait. That isn't me that does that. It's my friend Jude. It's a good thing too, because let's face it....that's just weird!! :)

Ok, so now I am going to tag:

Jenn at But It's a Dry Heat.....
Tracy at The Life of Tracy
Jenny at Buckeye Corner
Sarah at Our Beautiful Crazy Wonderful Life
Erynn at The Twice Fortnightly Dispatch
Sarah at Borup Bunch
and
Leah at Laughing Leah Loves Lillies

TrIcK-Or-tReAt, sMeLl mY fEeT!

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, second only to Christmas. I love picking out costumes and carving pumpkins. I love getting my children all dressed up and watching how excited they are to go around, begging candy from perfect strangers.

This year was slightly different. Evan was still not fully recovered from whatever bug had knocked him out a few days earlier. Kaily and Kyle came home from school all excited, but by dinner time, Kyle was complaining that his tummy hurt. Poor little guy. We got them all dressed and ready and snapped just a few pics before Kyle had to start running to the bathroom every 15 minutes. Since he obviously couldn't come with us, we took his bucket around and the neighbors all made sure to give him a little extra for when he felt better.

We are planning on putting them all back in their costumes again next weekend to try and get a few more pics. But for now, here they are....in all their Superhero glory!

I Deserve a Freaking Award!!

My husband was away on business the beginning of this week.

Last night, I got 4 small children fed, bathed, dressed, brushed, read to and in bed by myself...ON TIME. (although, is it just me, or does bedtime always seem to go much smoother when husbands are out of town..??)

I unloaded the dishwasher. Then I reloaded the dishwasher.

I folded and put away all of the laundry that was beginning to over run my couch (yet again).

I took the dog for a walk. Ok, so really I took the dog out in the front yard and yelled "Hurry up you slow poke. Do your business! I'm a very busy woman!" which then made me break out into song "and I haven't got all day! It won't cost much...just your voice!! Which, of course, needed some choreography as well. And then I waved to my neighbors who, I am pretty sure, refer to me as "the crazy lady." I fed and watered the dog.

After I came inside, I packed lunches for my children for school. I gathered up their clothes, including shoes and socks, and laid them out so they would be all ready in the morning when I had to drag all 4 children out to the bus stop that is a mile away from our house.

I decided to take a short break and check my email. I signed on to my Yahoo page and noticed the little box that has the weather in it. I looked at the numbers. I laughed a little and though to myself, "That's funny. Yahoo messed up the temperature. It says it's going to be 47 tomorrow. I'm sure it should be 74." I decided, just to be safe, to check a second weather website. Crap!! CRAP CRAP CRAP!! 47 degrees?!? I had laid out shorts for my children to wear. They can't wear shorts when it's 47 degrees outside. Well, they could, but then I wouldn't deserve my freaking award now, would I?? So, I went back and dug to the very bottom of their drawers where, luckily, they each had one pair of pants that I always keep, just in case......

I sat back down at my computer and started to blog surf. Big mistake when it is already 10:30 at night! I was good though, and I actually set a timer for 45 minutes and made myself get off the computer so I could go put the load of dishes away before finally heading off to bed.

I think it was about 12:15 when I looked at the clock before I drifted off to sleep.

Less than an hour later, at 1:07, I was woken up by a shrill scream. I run into the bedroom just in time to see Evan's dinner (for the second time if you get my drift) all over his bed.

I tell Kaily and Kyle to go sleep on the couches in our toy room. I figure it will be quieter and darker on that side of the house. I strip Evan and put him in the shower, where he throws up again. I get him out and redressed and put him on the floor in the hallway while I strip his bed and clean it off as best I can in the midst of my grogginess.

I spend the next 5 and a half hours on mommy duty. I will spare you all the lovely details. Trust me, you're very thankful.

Then, I have to wake up Kaily and Kyle and get them dressed and fed and ready for school while running back to Evan every 10 minutes or so to make sure he is getting to the toilet when needed. I get Alaina up and dressed and fed. I dress Evan (who was such a sweetie and, after much persuading, agreed to wear a pull-up out to the bus stop so if he had an accident, it would be contained).

I even managed to remember to pull the garbage cans out to the end of the driveway because it was trash day. (See, I am definitely award worthy!)

After I sent Kaily and Kyle off, I came back home where I waited for my sister to drop off my niece and then spent the next 9 hours playing with and caring for two psychotic toddlers and a cranky, crabby, stinky, exploding 4 year old.

Oh, and tonight was Kaily's school musical performance that she actually had a speaking part in. So, after I got the kids off the bus I had to oversee homework, make and feed dinner and then get everyone dressed so I could run over to my sister's where I dropped off my niece, Laney and Evan, and then took Kaily and Kyle and went over to watch Mikaily do a FABULOUS job in her musical. (Despite the fact that she yawned 3 different times due to lack of sleep from the night before.) I'm sure I will post more on her Emmy Award winning performance at a later date.

I then went back and picked up my children from my sister's and drove home only to find that three of my four littles were sound asleep and needed carried in. *sigh*

Now I am home and running on less than an hour of sleep and what am I doing?? BLOGGING!!

I am soooo going off duty this weekend!!!!!

I *heart* Evan! (and his big mouth)

My sweet, adorably beautiful Evan. He is getting so big. He turned 4 last month, you know. I love everything about him. I love his curly hair. I love his big (make that HUGE) brown eyes. I love the fact that he has an imaginary friend named Aliena that he has recently started kissing. I even love that fact that he would rather give a high 5 than a kiss. I love everything about that crazy little boy.

Lately, he has been starting to notice differences in people. So, we will be walking through the store and he will blurt out something like "Woah! That is an old guy." Or we will be sitting in a restaurant and he will say "That person doesn't have any legs!" All of his observations are true. He never intends ot be mean or hurtful. However, I have started trying to explain to him that there are certain things that we keep to ourselves because saying them out loud could hurt someones feelings and make them feel sad.

He still isn't getting it. The other day, I was laying on the floor beside him, playing dinosaurs and he says "Mommy, you are huge!" Ouch! That one stung a little. So, I told him that Yes, mommy was much bigger than he is, but that the word "huge" is one of those words that could make someone feel bad. He said he was sorry and we went on playing. I have to admit it I let it bother me more than I should have. I started thinking about how I should be getting more exercise and about how I probably should be more careful about what I eat. (Because I haven't been good about that lately).

Later that day, we had piled into the van to go get Mikaily and Kyle from school. While we were waiting, I turned on Cinderella for him. It has become his favorite movie. We were watching the scene where Cinderella was getting Gus out of the trap. Evan let out this squeal and then exclaimed "WOAH!!!! Cinderella is huge!"

I didn't feel so bad after that.


This is just a little video I stuck in here for my mom. He sang this for you and told me to put it on my 'puter so you could see him. :)

My Weekend (in a nutshell)

This past weekend we had some friends that came down to visit from Ohio. We went over to Orlando and went to Disney World and Sea World and hung out in the hotel and went swimming and just had a really, really good time. I can't wait to see you guys again!
Now, I am way too tired to type out any details. So, if you have any question or are wondering about any of the pictures, either ask me in a comment and I will answer after I catch up on my beauty rest or you can just make up a story and go with that. K??

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Kyle is a total and complete Dinosaur freak! Last week, they opened up a restaurant at Downtown Disney called T-Rex Cafe. We figured it would be the PERFECT Birthday present for him. It. was. awesome! The dinosaurs are life-size and they move and ROAR and the ceiling is made to look like you are sitting under a huge tree canopy. Then, every-so-often, the lights dim and they make it look like you are in a meteor shower (which Mikaily kept calling the "meat-eater" shower). The staff was impressed that Kyle knew the names of all of the dinosaurs (including pachycephalosaurus and parasaurolophus). The food was slightly overpriced (as is all of Disney) but really good. If you are ever in the area, I definitely recommend it.

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I can't believe he is 6!!!

Playing Wii Bowling. (This was HI-larious to watch!)



He asked for an underwater cake. I was so glad because this one was super easy!!