Sunday, August 11, 2013
Touch-a-Truck
Friday, August 2, 2013
Logan and Taylor are 4!
This is it... My little babies are big boys. On a different note, I feel lame. On their birthday, I invited a few friends to play with us, but I didn't throw a big party like I have done in the past. Billy's on a tough rotation, and I knew he wouldn't be there for the party, so I just didn't throw one. We still went to Chuck-E-Cheese's that night, though. Does that count?
Taylor is such a fun and sweet boy. He loves to play outside, climb, run, and play with guns. He also loves to wrestle with Logan, and even takes his shirt off to do it like a real wrestler. At bedtime, Taylor always tells me what he wants for Christmas and for his birthday. The list usually includes a bike (which he got), a scooter, and a skateboard. When he grows up, he wants to be a firefighter. His best friend is Logan. His favorite color is green. His favorite food is noodles. His favorite sport is biking. Things he has said that have cracked me up: "Eww, daddy is eating green poop!" (It was guacamole)"Mommy, you'd better watch it- I'm going to pee on you!" He is really excited about going to school in September, and although I will miss him a bunch, I am excited for this new chapter. I am excited that he will be learning and experiencing new things. But most importantly, I hope he will remain himself. I hope he will always be that silly boy who cracks up everybody and lights up the room.
Logan is very mature and opinioned. He loves to play on the swing, play games on the iPad, and play with race cars. He also likes to correct everybody because, let's face it, Logan is always right. When he doesn't get what he wants, he gets mad and pouts, which either annoys me or makes me laugh. When he grows up, he wants to be Iron Man. His best friend is Taylor. His favorite colors are yellow and red (like Iron Man). His favorite food is pasta. His favorite sport is biking. Things he has said that have cracked me up: "Daddy's name is not William. It's Honey." After being told we were going to the dentist, "And then we're going to get candy!" Logan asks about going to school every single day. I know he will make friends easily because he is very social and has always been drawn to other kids. But I hope he will always remember his brother and best friend. I hope that no matter what, he will always stick with Taylor, hold his hand, and help him through life.
Taylor is such a fun and sweet boy. He loves to play outside, climb, run, and play with guns. He also loves to wrestle with Logan, and even takes his shirt off to do it like a real wrestler. At bedtime, Taylor always tells me what he wants for Christmas and for his birthday. The list usually includes a bike (which he got), a scooter, and a skateboard. When he grows up, he wants to be a firefighter. His best friend is Logan. His favorite color is green. His favorite food is noodles. His favorite sport is biking. Things he has said that have cracked me up: "Eww, daddy is eating green poop!" (It was guacamole)"Mommy, you'd better watch it- I'm going to pee on you!" He is really excited about going to school in September, and although I will miss him a bunch, I am excited for this new chapter. I am excited that he will be learning and experiencing new things. But most importantly, I hope he will remain himself. I hope he will always be that silly boy who cracks up everybody and lights up the room.
Logan is very mature and opinioned. He loves to play on the swing, play games on the iPad, and play with race cars. He also likes to correct everybody because, let's face it, Logan is always right. When he doesn't get what he wants, he gets mad and pouts, which either annoys me or makes me laugh. When he grows up, he wants to be Iron Man. His best friend is Taylor. His favorite colors are yellow and red (like Iron Man). His favorite food is pasta. His favorite sport is biking. Things he has said that have cracked me up: "Daddy's name is not William. It's Honey." After being told we were going to the dentist, "And then we're going to get candy!" Logan asks about going to school every single day. I know he will make friends easily because he is very social and has always been drawn to other kids. But I hope he will always remember his brother and best friend. I hope that no matter what, he will always stick with Taylor, hold his hand, and help him through life.
Friday, July 12, 2013
4th of July
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| Just like last year, we spend the 4th of July, with friends, on top of a medical parking garage downtown. The Altmans had tons of activities prepared for the kids, including decorating American flags, hero masks, sidewalk chalk, and of course sparklers. The fireworks were a little far, so the kids were distracted by other things, but it was fun and relaxing, and we will for sure do it again next year. Happy 4th of July!!! |
Family visit
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| Logan and Taylor received their birthday presents a little early, since Bon-Papa and Bonne-Maman were in town for a few days. It was raining, but we didn't let that stop us. |
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| I had to forget about all my outdoor activities for the weekend and think "inside fun," so we went to the pet store. |
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| Yeah, I can't figure out why this picture is upside down, and I'm not going to spend the next 10 minutes trying to figure it out. Anyway, we also went to Chuck E Cheese's. |
We had a blast with Bon-Papa and Bonne-Maman. Even though the weather wasn't the best, we enjoyed each other's company and made the best of what we could do inside. We love when they come to visit us and miss them very much when they leave. Ah, if only we lived closer...
Summer Fun
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| It always takes the kis a while to warm up to the idea of jumping into cold water. |
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| Isn't she adorable? |
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| Kendall and Clara love to play with each other- they're BFF. |
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| Taylor and Carson playing together. |
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| Meanwhile, Logan decided it was okay to get soaked in the fountains. |
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Motherhood
I recently read a book called, “When did I get like this?” I enjoyed reading it, because it made me think about myself, as a mother. I related with the author on so many levels that I wanted to share a few things that have been on my mind for almost 4 years now.
I spend many nights looking back on the day, feeling like I fell short, feeling bad about it, and feeling like there are so many better moms than me out there. I fail each of my three children daily, in various ways, and every time I turn the TV on or read a magazine, there is a new way to fall short, whether that is a recall from one of their toys or a new environmental poison from which it is already too late to protect them from. All I can do is hope I didn’t mess up my children too bad.
I had always figured that being a mother was easy, effortless, and came naturally. I mean, my mom made it look simple enough. But now that I am a mother, I think daily, “I suck at this.” I mean, seriously, what kind of a mother lets her children skip the whole hand-washing thing, as long as it's #1? What kind of a mother feeds her children hot dogs, Mac ‘n Cheese, and popcorn at least twice a week? Huh? I mean, really. Why do I doubt my parenting abilities, day after day? Why do I keep trying to be the mom that my mom was, only to, once again, fall short?
Once I became a mother, I was suddenly targeted by advertisements dedicated to make me feel unsure. Today, everything seems to be marketed to mothers: “This product is chosen by mothers who want what is best for their children.” Well, who doesn’t want that? Honestly, what mother would aim to give her children what is only ordinary? So, if you want what is best for your children, then you have to hire this parenting coach, hang bilingual flash cards over the baby’s crib, go to Mommy and Me classes, and have your children take swimming lessons as newborns. And if you ignore these suggestions, then you are saying that you do not want what is best for your children. Good luck sleeping with that on your conscience! It is easy for people who are not parents, or for fathers even, to tell you not to listen, but the guilt is not aimed their way, it is aimed directly at you.
Nowadays, things are so black-and-white. A birth isn’t best unless it’s vaginal and drug-free. Breastfeeding isn’t really successful unless we do it exclusively and for a full year. (Not for one day more or you’re a total hippie.) Jarred baby food is completely unacceptable – a mother who wants what’s best for her children will mill it herself from local organic produce.
I’ve been a mother for almost 4 years now, and I continue to get judgmental looks when I let my children drink from the same sippy cup or when I let them run wild at the toy store. But a good mother would be prepared and have separate drinks for all of her children. She would have brought snacks, too, organic fruit and vegetables, which her children would eat without complaint and without making a mess. And she would have her children under control, which means they would all stay by the cart and not touch a single toy. But not my children! There will always be stares, ways to fall short, and the continual thought, “You are a failure.”
The sad part is, my standards have gotten progressively lower with the arrival of each child. At this point, I don’t even care if I go out without any makeup on or if my children have stains on their shorts. More often than not, I leave dishes in the sink overnight and don’t get to folding the laundry for several days. I used to be organized and a clean freak. Not anymore. Our house reflects all too well what my life has become. I wish I could be as zen about it as Billy…
I used to think that once I became a mother, I would finally be able to relax. I would have dinner on the table at 6 PM sharp. My children would never throw a tantrum in a public place. And I would always look “too young” to have children. Yeah, right!
And so, I almost always over-think everything I do. In order to stop, I have to convince myself that either 1) I know what I’m doing or, 2) it’s not really that important. But if there is one thing that is certain, it’s that every decision I make for these small, helpless beings is of life-altering importance, and it will reflect on me. A mother has the wonderful opportunity to shape her children’s lives, to shape their personalities, experiences, and futures. Isn’t that wonderful? No, it’s terrifying.
Whenever I manage not to be neurotic, I worry that maybe I’m not neurotic enough. I mean, should I have bought the Your Baby Can Read series? Should I have read The Complete Works of Charles Dickens at bedtime? Should I have started my children on tumbling classes the day they turned 2? A mother who has it all together may be able to ignore all this crap. Maybe I’m the only mother who questions herself daily.
The media bitterly divided us, mothers, into categories: breast versus bottle, stay-at-home versus working, etc. We think our choices are being judged constantly. But I think most of us are too wrapped up in our own guilt to judge anyone else, too certain that everyone else is doing better than we are. We are sure other mothers are judging us because, they must be, when we suck so bad. But we are our own enemies.
With that said, I am thrilled to be a mother. I always wanted to have children and stay at home to raise them. I love my children, and I feel blessed to have them in my life. I know, deep, deep inside, that they don’t judge me. They are perfect little beings who forgive and forget my mistakes and short-comings. I can see it in their eyes when they tell me I Love You at bedtime, even though I've threatened them way too many times that day. I don’t need to be perfect. But I also don’t want to be a wreck. I just need to be the best mother that I can be and give my children what they each deserve so much: my very best. Each day is a blessing. Each day is a new opportunity to start over.
I spend many nights looking back on the day, feeling like I fell short, feeling bad about it, and feeling like there are so many better moms than me out there. I fail each of my three children daily, in various ways, and every time I turn the TV on or read a magazine, there is a new way to fall short, whether that is a recall from one of their toys or a new environmental poison from which it is already too late to protect them from. All I can do is hope I didn’t mess up my children too bad.
I had always figured that being a mother was easy, effortless, and came naturally. I mean, my mom made it look simple enough. But now that I am a mother, I think daily, “I suck at this.” I mean, seriously, what kind of a mother lets her children skip the whole hand-washing thing, as long as it's #1? What kind of a mother feeds her children hot dogs, Mac ‘n Cheese, and popcorn at least twice a week? Huh? I mean, really. Why do I doubt my parenting abilities, day after day? Why do I keep trying to be the mom that my mom was, only to, once again, fall short?
Once I became a mother, I was suddenly targeted by advertisements dedicated to make me feel unsure. Today, everything seems to be marketed to mothers: “This product is chosen by mothers who want what is best for their children.” Well, who doesn’t want that? Honestly, what mother would aim to give her children what is only ordinary? So, if you want what is best for your children, then you have to hire this parenting coach, hang bilingual flash cards over the baby’s crib, go to Mommy and Me classes, and have your children take swimming lessons as newborns. And if you ignore these suggestions, then you are saying that you do not want what is best for your children. Good luck sleeping with that on your conscience! It is easy for people who are not parents, or for fathers even, to tell you not to listen, but the guilt is not aimed their way, it is aimed directly at you.
Nowadays, things are so black-and-white. A birth isn’t best unless it’s vaginal and drug-free. Breastfeeding isn’t really successful unless we do it exclusively and for a full year. (Not for one day more or you’re a total hippie.) Jarred baby food is completely unacceptable – a mother who wants what’s best for her children will mill it herself from local organic produce.
I’ve been a mother for almost 4 years now, and I continue to get judgmental looks when I let my children drink from the same sippy cup or when I let them run wild at the toy store. But a good mother would be prepared and have separate drinks for all of her children. She would have brought snacks, too, organic fruit and vegetables, which her children would eat without complaint and without making a mess. And she would have her children under control, which means they would all stay by the cart and not touch a single toy. But not my children! There will always be stares, ways to fall short, and the continual thought, “You are a failure.”
The sad part is, my standards have gotten progressively lower with the arrival of each child. At this point, I don’t even care if I go out without any makeup on or if my children have stains on their shorts. More often than not, I leave dishes in the sink overnight and don’t get to folding the laundry for several days. I used to be organized and a clean freak. Not anymore. Our house reflects all too well what my life has become. I wish I could be as zen about it as Billy…
I used to think that once I became a mother, I would finally be able to relax. I would have dinner on the table at 6 PM sharp. My children would never throw a tantrum in a public place. And I would always look “too young” to have children. Yeah, right!
And so, I almost always over-think everything I do. In order to stop, I have to convince myself that either 1) I know what I’m doing or, 2) it’s not really that important. But if there is one thing that is certain, it’s that every decision I make for these small, helpless beings is of life-altering importance, and it will reflect on me. A mother has the wonderful opportunity to shape her children’s lives, to shape their personalities, experiences, and futures. Isn’t that wonderful? No, it’s terrifying.
Whenever I manage not to be neurotic, I worry that maybe I’m not neurotic enough. I mean, should I have bought the Your Baby Can Read series? Should I have read The Complete Works of Charles Dickens at bedtime? Should I have started my children on tumbling classes the day they turned 2? A mother who has it all together may be able to ignore all this crap. Maybe I’m the only mother who questions herself daily.
The media bitterly divided us, mothers, into categories: breast versus bottle, stay-at-home versus working, etc. We think our choices are being judged constantly. But I think most of us are too wrapped up in our own guilt to judge anyone else, too certain that everyone else is doing better than we are. We are sure other mothers are judging us because, they must be, when we suck so bad. But we are our own enemies.
With that said, I am thrilled to be a mother. I always wanted to have children and stay at home to raise them. I love my children, and I feel blessed to have them in my life. I know, deep, deep inside, that they don’t judge me. They are perfect little beings who forgive and forget my mistakes and short-comings. I can see it in their eyes when they tell me I Love You at bedtime, even though I've threatened them way too many times that day. I don’t need to be perfect. But I also don’t want to be a wreck. I just need to be the best mother that I can be and give my children what they each deserve so much: my very best. Each day is a blessing. Each day is a new opportunity to start over.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Update on Kendall's Health
Before I start, whoever is reading this has to know that I am not in the medical field, so I will try my best to describe what was said to me.
Let's start at the beginning...
December 25, 2012
It's Christmas Day, so Billy and I are making dinner while munching on some snacks. Somehow, Kendall ends up with a pistachio in her mouth. We don't even notice until she starts to choke and Billy has to slap her in the back. The pistachio doesn't come back up, so we assume she swallowed it and hope she hasn't aspirated it.
Flash forward to the beginning of February 2013
Kendall gets crazy coughing fits. She coughs nonstop for 5-15 minutes. Sometimes she coughs to hard it makes her throw up. It's kind of random and happens all throughout the day. She still plays, sleeps, and eats normally, though.
Flash forward to the end of February 2013
These coughing fits have been happening for a while now. They get really bad at night when Kendall is trying to fall asleep and in the morning when she wakes up. The coughs actually wake her up earlier than she's been used to. Twice I even noticed a little bit of blood on her bed sheet.
I decide to take her to the doctor. Billy thinks it's a good idea to put my mind at ease, but he knows the doctor will just prescribe some antibiotics. He says Kendall will get better, and I'll think it's because of the antibiotics, but really she would have gotten better on her own.
I take her to the doctor, not her regular, who tells me that she is wheezing on just one side, the right, and is most likely starting a pneumonia. She prescribes some antibiotics, just as Billy predicted, and we're on our way.
Flash forward 10 days later
Kendall has been on the antibiotics for 10 days and she is doing much better. She still coughs a little, but definitely not as much as she did a couple of weeks ago.
Flash forward to the end of March 2013
The coughs are back, and they're pretty bad, just like they were before we started Kendall on antibiotics. Now Logan and Taylor are sick, too. Meanwhile, it's been 2 months since I've gone to the gym or church.
Flash foward to mid-April 2013
After rescheduling our visit to family twice, we end up celebrating a late Easter in Maryland. While we are there, the stares of the people at church and the concerns from my family convince me to take Kendall back to the doctor.
Kendall's regular doctor sees her and says she probably has asthma. He puts her on Q-var for 6 months and Ilbuterol as needed.
Flash forward to the end of April 2013
The coughs are completely gone. Even though no one in my family or Billy's has asthma, we're thinking Kendall probably does. If not, the medications wouldn't help, right?
Meanwhile, one morning I drop off the kids at the gym daycare while I exercise. As I am signing in, I see Kendall running toward me. At first I think she doesn't want me to go, so I pick her up to give her a hug. Then I notice she looks like she is crying, but there is no sound coming out of her. I can tell right away that she is struggling with her breathing-- she is freaking out because she literally cannot breathe. I am now freaking out, too, but I try to remain calm to get Kendall to calm down and breathe. After 3-4 minutes (which felt like 10), she can finally breathe normally. I decide to skip my workout and go home. On my way home, I call Billy who tells me he's coming home right away.
That afternoon, we take Kendall to the doctor who refers her to a cardiologist (because of her right aortic arch) and a pulmonologist (in case she has aspirated that pistachio months ago). She also gets an x-ray taken that day.
Within just days we see the cardiologist who does an Echo on Kendall. She tells me that she was looking for vascular rings but did not see any because babies and young children have *something* that blocks the area where the rings would have been. However, Kendall is growing well, eating well, playing well, and sleeping well, so there is a chance that she could have vascular rings, but it is highly unlikely. We could get some further testing done, but it is completely up to us.
After discussing it, Billy and I decide to wait. Kendall has been doing well since she's been on her asthma medications and we don't want to put her through more crap.
Just two days later (and 45 minutes in a room), we see the pulmonologist who, after hearing our Christmas choking story, tells me that the x-ray showed some air-trapping in her left lung, that our story sounds *suspicious*, and that she'd like to recomment Kendall to an ENT for a broncoscopy. Basically it would be a 2 for 1 thing, where they would anesthetize her, put a tube down her throat and into her lung, look for a foreign body (like a pistachio), and take it out of her lung. She tells me it's a routine procedure and the ENT does them all the time on people.
After discussing it with Billy, we decide to hold off on it. Billy understands the procedure and believes it to be dangerous with a possibility of side effects.
Once again, Kendall has been doing great since she's been on her asthma medications. Why would we put her through something without knowing if it's completely necessary?
In 5 months, she'll be off the Q-var. If the coughs come back, maybe we'll consider the broncoscopy. But if she continues to be fine, then we'll know she hasn't aspirated anything, and she does have asthma. So we'll continue to keep her on Ilbuterol, as needed.
It's stressful to think about everything my little baby has gone through. I just want it to be over. When she was diagnosed with asthma, a part of me was sad because I knew this was something she would potentially have to live with her whole life, but another part of me was relieved just to know what was going on with her, to know that this was something lots of people live normal lives with. But now, with this pulmonology and aspiration crap, I feel like we don't know anything for sure. The pneumonectomy would tell us for sure, but is it worth taking the risk? Billy doesn't think so. And he knows a lot more about this procedure than I do, so I trust him to make the best decision for our little girl. Time will tell... In the meantime, we will continue to pray for Kendall...
Let's start at the beginning...
December 25, 2012
It's Christmas Day, so Billy and I are making dinner while munching on some snacks. Somehow, Kendall ends up with a pistachio in her mouth. We don't even notice until she starts to choke and Billy has to slap her in the back. The pistachio doesn't come back up, so we assume she swallowed it and hope she hasn't aspirated it.
Flash forward to the beginning of February 2013
Kendall gets crazy coughing fits. She coughs nonstop for 5-15 minutes. Sometimes she coughs to hard it makes her throw up. It's kind of random and happens all throughout the day. She still plays, sleeps, and eats normally, though.
Flash forward to the end of February 2013
These coughing fits have been happening for a while now. They get really bad at night when Kendall is trying to fall asleep and in the morning when she wakes up. The coughs actually wake her up earlier than she's been used to. Twice I even noticed a little bit of blood on her bed sheet.
I decide to take her to the doctor. Billy thinks it's a good idea to put my mind at ease, but he knows the doctor will just prescribe some antibiotics. He says Kendall will get better, and I'll think it's because of the antibiotics, but really she would have gotten better on her own.
I take her to the doctor, not her regular, who tells me that she is wheezing on just one side, the right, and is most likely starting a pneumonia. She prescribes some antibiotics, just as Billy predicted, and we're on our way.
Flash forward 10 days later
Kendall has been on the antibiotics for 10 days and she is doing much better. She still coughs a little, but definitely not as much as she did a couple of weeks ago.
Flash forward to the end of March 2013
The coughs are back, and they're pretty bad, just like they were before we started Kendall on antibiotics. Now Logan and Taylor are sick, too. Meanwhile, it's been 2 months since I've gone to the gym or church.
Flash foward to mid-April 2013
After rescheduling our visit to family twice, we end up celebrating a late Easter in Maryland. While we are there, the stares of the people at church and the concerns from my family convince me to take Kendall back to the doctor.
Kendall's regular doctor sees her and says she probably has asthma. He puts her on Q-var for 6 months and Ilbuterol as needed.
Flash forward to the end of April 2013
The coughs are completely gone. Even though no one in my family or Billy's has asthma, we're thinking Kendall probably does. If not, the medications wouldn't help, right?
Meanwhile, one morning I drop off the kids at the gym daycare while I exercise. As I am signing in, I see Kendall running toward me. At first I think she doesn't want me to go, so I pick her up to give her a hug. Then I notice she looks like she is crying, but there is no sound coming out of her. I can tell right away that she is struggling with her breathing-- she is freaking out because she literally cannot breathe. I am now freaking out, too, but I try to remain calm to get Kendall to calm down and breathe. After 3-4 minutes (which felt like 10), she can finally breathe normally. I decide to skip my workout and go home. On my way home, I call Billy who tells me he's coming home right away.
That afternoon, we take Kendall to the doctor who refers her to a cardiologist (because of her right aortic arch) and a pulmonologist (in case she has aspirated that pistachio months ago). She also gets an x-ray taken that day.
Within just days we see the cardiologist who does an Echo on Kendall. She tells me that she was looking for vascular rings but did not see any because babies and young children have *something* that blocks the area where the rings would have been. However, Kendall is growing well, eating well, playing well, and sleeping well, so there is a chance that she could have vascular rings, but it is highly unlikely. We could get some further testing done, but it is completely up to us.
After discussing it, Billy and I decide to wait. Kendall has been doing well since she's been on her asthma medications and we don't want to put her through more crap.
Just two days later (and 45 minutes in a room), we see the pulmonologist who, after hearing our Christmas choking story, tells me that the x-ray showed some air-trapping in her left lung, that our story sounds *suspicious*, and that she'd like to recomment Kendall to an ENT for a broncoscopy. Basically it would be a 2 for 1 thing, where they would anesthetize her, put a tube down her throat and into her lung, look for a foreign body (like a pistachio), and take it out of her lung. She tells me it's a routine procedure and the ENT does them all the time on people.
After discussing it with Billy, we decide to hold off on it. Billy understands the procedure and believes it to be dangerous with a possibility of side effects.
Once again, Kendall has been doing great since she's been on her asthma medications. Why would we put her through something without knowing if it's completely necessary?
In 5 months, she'll be off the Q-var. If the coughs come back, maybe we'll consider the broncoscopy. But if she continues to be fine, then we'll know she hasn't aspirated anything, and she does have asthma. So we'll continue to keep her on Ilbuterol, as needed.
It's stressful to think about everything my little baby has gone through. I just want it to be over. When she was diagnosed with asthma, a part of me was sad because I knew this was something she would potentially have to live with her whole life, but another part of me was relieved just to know what was going on with her, to know that this was something lots of people live normal lives with. But now, with this pulmonology and aspiration crap, I feel like we don't know anything for sure. The pneumonectomy would tell us for sure, but is it worth taking the risk? Billy doesn't think so. And he knows a lot more about this procedure than I do, so I trust him to make the best decision for our little girl. Time will tell... In the meantime, we will continue to pray for Kendall...
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Disney World
Day 1: Arrival in Orlando, FL
My birthday
Downtown Disney
Rainforest Cafe
Day 2: Animal Kingdom
It's tough to be a Bug, Festival of the Lion King, Kilimanjaro Safaris, Flights of Wonder, Kali River Rapids (x2), Expedition Everest, Fossil Fun Games, Dinosaur
The kids also got to meet Minnie, Mockey, and Chip and Dale
Golden Corral
Day 3: Magic Kingdom
Dream Along with Mickey, It's a Small World, Peter Pan's Flight, Prince Charming Regal Carrousel (x3), The Many Adventures of Winne the Pooh, Dumbo the Flying Elephant, Tomorrowland Indy Speedway (x2), Space Mountain, Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin (x2), Under the Sea, Enchanted Tales with Belle.
We also got to personally meet Belle and Ariel. Too bad Kendall was so pooped that she didn't get to say Hi to Ariel. And too bad she was in a bad mood when we finally reach the end of the line to meet Belle. Oh well, the boys had a great time.
We also saw the Parade, which was Amazing. Kendall was super excited to see all the characters, especially the Princesses- she was waving and saying Hi to all of them. Logan and Taylor were excited, too- Taylor in a more silent way, and Logan in blowing everyone kisses.
That night, we also saw the Fireworks Show, which was Awesome, as usual. The kids were blown away!
Pizza Hut
T-Rex
Day 5: Magic Kingdom
Swiss Family Treehouse, The Magic Carpets of Aladdin, Walt Disney's Enchanted Tiki Room (where Bonne-Maman had to take Kendall out because she was freaking out because I was outside with Taylor who had fallen asleep), Pirates of the Caribbean, Splash Mountain, Big Thunder Railroad
And once again, we watched the Parade. And once again, all 3 kids were amazed and excited to see their favorite Disney characters, some of which gave them high fives.
The Olive Garden
Day 6: Departure from FL
Logan's favorite attraction: Tomorrowland Indy Speedway
Taylor's favorite attraction: Tomorrowland Indy Speedway
Kendall's favorite attraction: Dumbo the Flying Elephant
Mommy's favorite ride: Expedition Everest
Daddy's favorite ride: Expedition Everest
Bon-Papa's favorite ride: Splash Moutain
Bonne-Maman's favorite ride: Splash Moutain
It's funny how things change from one year to the next. This year, Logan and Taylor were perfect, even when the lines were 45 minutes long. Kendall, on the other hand, had a really hard time waiting for her turn, and then she had a hard time leaving the rides that she enjoyed. But overall, it was a great trip, one that was only made possible with the help of Bon-Papa and Bonne-Maman, so thank you. We had a great time, created lifelong memories, and enjoyed time together as a family.
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