Disneyland Take 5,461

Back to our regularly scheduled program, or at least catching up on our trip memories. We may go to Disneyland a lot, but every time we go it is magic. We make new memories, laugh at old ones, and somehow manage to notice something new every time. Here are our highlights:
Livi's rash was mostly gone, but she was still feeling pretty tired and out of sorts (Ahhhhhh, the reaction at the beach makes more sense now...) She had fun but slept a lot more than normal. She also wanted to be held all day long, which was killer on my back, but she's not a real cuddler so I'll take it. Ethan and Ella both got to drive cars on Autopia with very brave Grandma and Grandpa. Why is this next picture so important? Did you notice how skinny my face looks? Enough said.
Ebby getting dipped on Roger Rabbit. The new thing I noticed? Doesn't this look like a scene from Nebraska in "It's a Small World"? Nebraska rocks! (yes, I may have used flash photography, which normally I abhor on these rides, but it's Nebraska, at Disneyland)

The Joys (problems) of Having Two Girls

So we seem to have a problem. The girls are 3 1/2 years apart and thought that would be plenty when it came to wanting each others toys (and in the future, boyfriends). Turns out that is not the case. Livi has REALLY gotten into baby dolls, and Ella doesn't really want to share with her. We have several dolls, but this is a Corolle doll that is the perfect size and squishy enough that Livi loves to carry it around under her arm. While my mom was here it escalated to new heights with Ella asking my mother to "babysit" her doll so Livi couldn't play with it. My mother did what any grandmother would do (okay maybe not, but it totally rocked). She went online and ordered Livi her own. We got the doll today and the girls were so exstatic. I had to tell Ella they were Livi's clothes/accessories because she kept trying to take them all and leave none for Olivia. We decided that Livi could "share" her new things, and that way both girls could play. Here are some videos of the blessed event:

Most of the kids liked the beach. Most of them.

We weren't sure we were going to make it to the beach, but after shopping we decided to just take a "quick" drive over to the beach. It may have taken 40 minutes from our hotel (we thought maybe 15) but it was totally worth it. The kids loved it. Well... most of them did. I will explain with photos, since they are supposed to be worth, like, 100 words or something. :) When we first got there everyone was happy. Then Ebby started squinting because he has photosynthesis, or photo-whatever like Andrew (okay, it's photo-phobia and it is real). Then I took Livi down to the water and dangled her legs in the water. BIG MISTAKE. Livi hated it.
"Livi, do you like the water." Livi opens mouth wide and cries. After that she didn't even want to sit on the sand. Finally she started playing in the sand again, but wouldn't let anything but her feet touch it (notice the squat rather than sit). The sun went down and we started to get cold, so we headed back to the hotel and warm baths. Ahhh, baths... I think I hear one calling now.

Livi Pushing Ebby (no, not that way. In a stroller)

It isn't a typical trip to Disneyland if we don't spend the night before eating (and maybe a little shopping) at Down Town Disney. We have to hit Kitsun, the cutest kids store in the world were you "can" spend $60 on a babies onesie (I put can in quotes because I can't, but some of you *cough* could if you really wanted to). The kids run to the Lego store, and really I find new amazing things in there every time I go. We ate at Le Brea, yummiest grilled cheese ever, and we may have stopped at the Hagen Daz ice cream store, unless my Dad or Eric are reading this and then we didn't, we ate apples.
Ella loved shopping, but her eyes were "sensitive" (thanks Uncle Andrew for putting that in her head) so she needed (wanted) to wear my sunglasses around the shops. Yes, my 4 year old was walking around wearing Coach sunglasses. If we didn't blend in with the So-Cal crowd then, we never will.
The third best thing (behind shopping and eating) was pushing Ebby in the stroller. I kid you not. The kids fought over who got to push him around. I don't think Joy had to touch the handles at all. Even Livi got in on the act.

Baby Kisses are Wonderful, but Wet

The kids only have one cousin. Yep, only one. Ebby was the light of their existence when we were in California. Livi loved having a perma-friend and was so excited to hug Ebby and pull on him every chance she got. I love how Ebby looks so boyish and Livi looks so feminine, even though they are so little. Ethan was so sweet and loved to play and run around with him. I think he liked having another boy around. Yes, this is Ebby, Livi and Ella in a dog bed. I don't even know what to say about this. This picture is for Andrew as an homage to the iconic picture of him holding James. As for the title, it has nothing to do with the pictures, it is just a statement of fact.

Going (and staying) Crazy on the 405, or Julia and McKay Get Married

It feels a little overwhelming to be back from California with so many fun stories and hundreds of photos. We've had 2 birthdays, a trip to Disneyland, a trip to the beach, time with Grandmas, and of course, a wedding. I guess all I can do is bite the bullet and give my own scewed take on our vacations.
Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start: Wedding!!!! We were able to leave on Friday, since Nebraska employees get Arbor Day off. We noticed more policemen out on the roads on the way to Denver and were confused until we realized that it was Arbor Day, and as everyone knows, Arbor Day is a big party/fireworks/drunk driving day.
I realized in Cheyenne I had left my recommend at home, and then had a panic attack when we couldn't find Livi's blankie (it was behind her car seat where she had chucked it in a fit). We made it to California after a very bumpy plane ride, with a very unhappy, uncomfortable baby (remember the rash/illness). It took forever to get our rental car, we jumped on the 405 and proceeded to take 5 hours to get home. The trip normally takes about an hour and a half. Needless to say (but I will anyways) the kids were practically hysterical by the time we got to the Stott's house. Livi was literally rocking and wail-moaning in her car seat.
Julia and McKay got married the day after we got there. We left Livi with the Stotts (we didn't think she could take the car trip so soon after the traumatic trip the day before. (As it was she cried everytime we put her in a car seat for the rest of the trip). We headed down to the temple, trying to get there early so I could get in to see my baby sister get married. I hurried out of the car and rushed to the temple entrance only to see my entire family on the lawn talking on cell phones. Seems Julia got a little lost on her way to get married.
Eventually they were married in a beautiful, short and sweet ceremony and we were able to celebrate the rest of the day. There were only a few other mishaps, but all in all it was a great day and I am so glad I got to be there. Aunt Diane took the wedding photos (which I am totally jealous about) so hopefully there will be a photo of me in my "wonderful" 1980's prom/bridesmaid dress. My photos aren't the best, but they do give you an idea of our day.
The kids favorite part was playing with Ebby while they waited outside the temple. Okay, Ella's favorite part was having Aunt Diane take hundreds of photos of her posing in various places on the grounds, but playing with Ebby was a close second. Livi eventually made it to the reception, but only stayed long enough to dump food on my dress. Luckily inbetween throwing food on my hand-made masterpiece we were able to get a few pictures of her.
My brothers and their wives waiting for the restaurant to find our reservation. Speaking of the restaurant, Ethan and Ella thought feeding Ebby was the best entertainment they had ever seen. Seriously. They fed and fed and fed that poor little guy. He probably thought they were trying to torture him, except he kept opening his mouth, so I think they are in the clear with Aunt Joy.I have to post this just because it is SOOOO James. (That's my dad, and James' wife Jes in the picture too)

Because Life Wasn't Crazy Enough...

So, it has been a crazy week. I have been trying to get the house ready to put on the market, I have been making my bridesmaids dress (that should have been cute, but with my weird body is turning more and more into a freak show), I've been packing for us to leave for California, and Eric is in Lincoln arguing in front of the Nebraska Supreme Court as I type this. It has been a crazy week, but I felt pretty on top of it...until yesterday morning.
Eric got up to leave early, it's a 6 hour drive to Lincoln, and called me into Livi's room. Poor baby, she had a rash ALL over her abdomen. We spent the morning going to the doctor and picking up various medicines. I guess she has a virus, a cold virus that has given her a runny nose, sore throat, and a body covered in the worst looking, probably worst feeling, rash ever. The doctor said this was just how the virus exhibited itself in her. She's about as contagious as a regular cold, and although the rash will get worse for a few days she will probably be fine in about a week. That would be great if my sister weren't getting married in 2 days! My poor baby will be puffy, red eyed, and sore all over, but at least she will have a beautiful princess dress to wear over the itchy red rash (on the bright side)!

When Binkies Attack, or I Live to Make Julia Smile

I was making breakfast this morning (I know, amazing, but not what the story is about) when Ella decided Livi needed her blankie while eating sticky, syrupy french toast. I raced over and took the blankie from Livi not knowing that Ella had packaged the blankie like a dirty bomb, full of binkies. At least 4 binkies jumped out at me, trying desperately to wound me in some way (okay, so basically they fell down on my feet). I heroically fended off the maniacal binkies, but one made it past my defenses and landed with it's sharp (dull) plastic edge directly on the soft part where your toenail starts growing on your toe.
You may think it fortuitous that I had my camera on hand, but honestly I ran to get the camera because I couldn't stop laughing. It was so ridiculous to be beat up by a baby pacifier. Turns out that camera had a low battery and I had to head downstairs to get my digital SLR, leaving a trail of gore behind me (one or two drops of blood).
Here is the result from my heroic, albeit short, battle with the binkies:
No, that is not blood on my actual toenail, just a very bad manicure, the rest all over my toe is blood however. I like how Olivia is looking at the binkie like she can't believe the power she holds in her hands:

To Julia, To Help Her Smile

Julia is having a bad week (month) as we all do when we are stressed out with wedding things. Her dress had a major "issue" and thought she could use a funny story. To preface you must know that our family (Beesley family) calls gas from a body "pop-er" (Mom hated "fart") and Ella just got the movie "Barbie, Princess and the Pauper" today at Walmart, let the hilarity ensue:

Ethan giggling "Mom, tomorrow can I watch Princess and the Pauper?"
Me: "Why are you giggling?" (like I don't know!)
Ethan giggling: "Mom, what did the Pauper look like?"
Me, trying to ignore his gigles and make this a civilized conversation: "It looked like the other one but with brown hair."
Ethan: Holding his sides laughing so hard he can't talk
Me, chagrined: "You're thinking of a cloud of gas with brown hair, aren't you?"
Ethan, gasping for breath: "Yes!!!"
Eric: "If it has lots of hair is it a Hairy Pauper? (play on Harry Potter)."
Me: Rolling eyes and laughing so hard I can't respond.

All You Need is a Little Chocolate and a Fuzzy Chick

Lately everything in my life seems to be upending. Everything stable seems in motion, and all the things I have looked forward to seem to be changing. I was feeling a little down this last week, for lots of reasons, but the icing on the cake was when the house I really wanted (yes, "the dump") was ripped away when the owner decided to declare bankruptcy before selling the house. I know, I have lots to be grateful for, but sometimes even the inconsequential adds up and starts to feel overwhelming. If you have had one of those weeks, please enjoy these videos, they are ones that have made me smile through it all.

Livi the Red Nosed Toddler, or This is What Sugar High Looks Like

Yep, this is what a sugar high looks like.
We spent a lot of Easter afternoon cleaning out our garage which means we found all sorts of "treasures." I opened a box I've had closed up since we moved from Provo (7 years ago) and found 2 barbies inside. One was a Sleeping Beauty collectors edition Barbie and the other is a BYU cheerleader Barbie my sister got for me. The girls descended on them like vultures on carrion, but poor Ethan felt a little left out. I searched the boxes and tried my best but for some reason he didn't think an old book mark, a recorder, or a book about Medieval maps were as good as the toys the girls got. Poor guy.
Speaking of sad things, Livi was so excited to get to play outside she tried going down the porch steps all by herself. She tripped and skidded across the carpet face first. The sweet little thing got a rug burn on her nose. She now looks remarkably like Rudolph.

Happy Easter, or Something is Wrong With This Picture

Normally I think Easter morning is second only to Christmas as far as excitement goes, but when I am awake and ready to post the mornings activities and it is not 8:00 am yet, there is something definitely wrong with the picture. The kids were just a little too excited to get going, so goodbye morning snooze. We were up and at 'em around 6:30. Yick, that should not be allowed on a beautiful (when I say beautiful I mean the wonderful overcast days that only I seem to love) Sunday morning.
Enough of my tired tirade. Let's move on to the fun the kids had....
All three kids were running around with their Easter baskets this morning, and checking the front yard through the window to see if they could spy any eggs. We did get them to eat some healthy food for breakfast (if you count sugared cereal and eggo's as "healthy") before the festivities began. In our house the Easter Bunny left a treasure hunt with clues the kids had to follow to find some treats. This was our favorite clue that the Easter Bunny drew for us. Yes it is suppose to be Livi in her crib, it is not an alien in jail as it may appear.After the treasure hunt and the egg hunt outside the kids sat down to eat their spoils. Notice the concentration, the determination, the colored drool rolling down Livi's face.
I recorded it all for our parents, so most of you wont want to sit through watching my kids run around, but there is something ADORABLE about Livi running, floppy hair that Eric did yesterday, with a basket bigger than she is.
Quote of the morning: Eric told Ella we were having a "yummy Easter dinner." To which Ella replied totally serious "We're having candy for dinner?"

Below are the thumbnails for the videos. Just click on them and it will take you to my photobucket account. The images were taking too long to upload to blogger, sorry!

This Old Man, He Turned 31....

I can't believe Eric is 31. It seems like such a short time ago that we were angst ridden teenagers falling in love and looking forward to this time where we would be adults. Now we have 3 kids, a mortgage, responsibilities and lots of bills. I guess a lot can happen in those in-between years. I am just grateful that I have such a wonderful partner on this crazy ride. Happy Birthday Eric, I love you!Livi was very helpful with unwrapping gifts, but a little surprised that none of it was for her.

Eric wanted shepards pie, and cherry cheesecake for his meal (not at the same time, the cheesecake was dessert).
Poor Eric, for his birthday I took him to look at a house that I love, but that others have referred to as "the dump." He is so generous to spend his birthday doing things I want to do! (although we did spend Ethan's birthday going to Cabela's so I guess this is just payback in a way)

Crazy Woman in Our Kitchen

Eric was having a little too much fun this morning with "April Fools." He told Ella there was no more Ovaltine. He told me his trip to Lincoln next week was canceled (I'm still not sure if it is or isn't), and he told Ethan that Mr. Behnke called and everyone got the day off from school except Ethan. Ethan thought these were just hilarious and decided to do his own joke. He ran in our room and said "Mom, Dad, there is a woman in the kitchen making snow angels and smoking a cigarette." Hmmmmmm, maybe not the most believable, but definitely one of the more creative ones I've heard!From this morning. I wish I could say this isn't our typical breakfast scene, but that would be a lie.