WEEEEEELLLCOME...TO MEDIEVAL TIMES!!!

Taking Carson to Medieval Times for his birthday = Best. Idea. Ever. Our besties, the Schuamann's, were already planning Luke's birthday there and we totally crashed the party. I was so excited to take Carson. He love swords and knights and meat on the bone, and, let's be honest, violence. There was one person that might have been just as, or even more excited than Carce. Trevor. It was all I could do to contain his random "Cable Guy" quotes. His inner nerd (that incidentally isn't buried very deep) came rushing to the surface. This scene is his particular favorite. It was pretty comical to watch...except when it was just embarrassing.



Mimi and Papa had never been so they joined in on the festivities. I'm so glad they came, and I know it meant a lot to Carson.

I have to say, it was so much fun! The horses are ah-mazing! And there was a falcon. A real live falcon that flew around our heads. I was traumatized as a child and birds are not my favorite thing. They rank just above snakes. But I did brave meeting said bird after the show. It wasn't too terrifying.



The best part? Our knight won! Ya buddy. The Black and White Knight rules! And he had the most marvelous winning smile.



After dinner we trucked on over to the Schaumann's for cake and ice cream. Heather is awesome. She made tunics and shields and bought swords and daggers. She even bribed the Costco people to create a cake they don't have in their catalog of designs. Awesome I tell you.

So, in conclusion, Trevor is a "Cable Guy" nerd. Carson likes meat on the bone and violence. I hate/am terrified by birds. Heather is awesome and the Black and White Knight rules all.

October In A Blogshell

My computer was being retarded (we can blame Trevor for downloading a dumb software that wouldn't let me go online) and as a result, I haven't blogged about the many many many many many things we did last month. Hang on tight, here's the review in photos...

In the early days of October, we went to the pumpkin patch with Preston's scout group. Abby loved the little "baby pumpkins" and William went from gourd to gourd trying to power lift them. He was even able to move a few of them...a couple of inches at a time.

The next several are all about Disneyland. We went 6 times in October. 5 of the trips in only 10 days. Carson's annual pass expired on his birthday and we did a few (or 6) marathon excursions.

I finally broke down and stood in line for a character picture. Notice that Carson is absent. He was hiding under his Indiana Jones hat.

The Buzz ride is always a favorite since it's cool and EVERYBODY gets to ride it. A win/win for mom and kids.

On the last trip, Daddy met us there and took Carson on the Indiana Jones ride. He's been begging for this for a year, but still wasn't tall enough. We fudged it this time and folded a pair of Daddy's socks and put them under Carson's heel to give him that extra "lift". He almost backed out. You can see the excited nervousness in his eyes. He claims to have loved it but declined a second go round.

We also braved Toon Town for the first time. We've heard rumors that it's filled with Characters. It is. But I told Carson that he'd have to deal with it so that his brothers and sister could enjoy it at least once. He grudgingly agreed. Or maybe he didn't really agree...just had no choice in the matter.

Carson did get a birthday breakfast. We broke from the traditional breakfast in bed. It wasn't on my account. He was up at 6:00am on a Saturday and I was sleeping off the Friday night Disneyland adventure. Chocolate chip pancakes in front of Saturday morning cartoons seem to be as good as it gets for this guy though.

We had a small get together with a couple of our closest family friends on his actual birthday and did cake and ice cream with the extended family on Sunday night (but I forgot my camera then).

Four-Peat

It's not a repeat, or even a three-peat. It's a four-peat. Four Fridays in a row, we've partied with the Schaumanns. You may not think that old married couples, with 7 kids between them, can actually party but, you are sorely mistaken! There's food, beverage, music, and a bedtime of no earlier than 2:30am! You think that the exaustion on Saturday mornings would turn us off, but there's no slowing us down. I really should've taken pics of all of us playing cards but, let's face it, who wants to see pictures of us when there are cute boys to look at?

Here are Luke and Carson (both in their Batman jammies) amidst the full bag of cotton balls they dumped in the living room floor. Cute right?

Preston and Evan crashed out on the couch together. Sidenote: Preston never sleeps without a shirt on, but if Evan does it, it must be cool.

I'm Not 19 Anymore

Remember the days from college? You and your roommates would stay up all hours of the night and work through most of the day. You never felt tired and you had the energy of a freakin' energizer bunny. You lived on Diet Coke and popcorn and your only square meal of the day was a Denny's Grand Slam at 3am (in all fairness this was my diet and sometimes it was Village Inn instead of Denny's).

Last night Trevor and I tried to relive some of those glory days. We went over to our friends, the Schaumann's, (or Mrs. Heather's according to Carson) to have dinner (the square meal of the day) and play games. We always have way too much fun with them. They've taught us pinochle and I'm ashamed to say the boys worked the girls in the first game (even after I had a double pinochle). At 1pm, we wanted a rematch. The boys wanted to take a break and play Wii. They did.

When we did finally start playing the last game, things were getting a little silly in my head. You know that feeling where everything is stinkin' hilarious? That was me last night. Trevor just got louder and louder as the night progressed and Heather seemed somewhere between Giddyland and Cheeryville. Then there was Kirk. He was taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes, trying to stay awake. Trevor would take a year to figure out what card he was going to pass or play and then it got so late that Trevor was making stupid mistakes that are very uncharacteristic of him. Finally, when Trevor blew the win with one incoherent play, Kirk cries out, "Are you trying not to go home?" His pleading wasn't hard to miss! So, what with the silliness and exhaustion, we put the game on hold til, next time. That was at 2:15am. I'm still so tired that reading over this is putting me into a fit of hysterics. I realize that it's not even that funny. I'm just soooo tired!!!

I fear I've put Kirk in a bad light. He was much more patient with us than we deserved and I do believe he had fun. My point in all this is that I am not young anymore. It's 11:44 right now and I am ready for a nap. Bare in mind that Trevor let me sleep in until 10 (I'm SUCH a loser).