Oregon City

Traveling with children is not enjoyable. And if you have children and disagree, then Im pretty sure you and I have nothing in common.
This past week, we took the kids up to Oregon City to see our best friends, Jese and Chris, and their girls, Kena and Charli. Jese has been my best friend since we met at McGrath's in high school. Both each other's Maid of Honors, first roommates, lots of boy stuff, and now the adventures of motherhood and the journey of having 2 children and husbands that work nights.
After leaving Bend right at our projected exit time, 10am, we thought it was smooth sailing. I had just strapped the new car DVD player to the back of the driver side seat for Kael to enjoy some Wow Wow Wubbzy and we were off. Ohhhh, right about 3 miles from the house on the parkway, I glance in the back seat just as Kael is gearing up to front donkey kick the DVD player. And sure enough *BAMM* he just kicked it. I seriously thought I was going to have a heart attack as I just saw $ $ $ $ floating in the air. Luckily it didn't break. It just skipped past the previews straight to where he wanted it, the start menu. The kick jolted the seat and Keoni says, "What the hell was that?" My response in a just don't ask type of way, "Oh, nothing." He just rolled eyes.
Somehow we managed to make it to Jese and Chris' house with no other incidents. Smooth sailing!
Once in Oregon City, Kael and Kena picked up right where they left off. As did Keoni and Chris. And I got to hold little, Charli Lynn for the first time.

Kena Ann 3 years old
Charli Lynn 8 weeks old

We had a really great time in Oregon City. Of course we came home more tired than when we left, but it was well worth it and way too quick of a trip. The highlight of our trip hands down was celebrating Kena's third birthday with her! Well, that and the Old Navy shopping, test driving a WRX, and pedicure with only me and Jese...

Bad Words

I have a sister. Her name is Tami. The kids call her Ti-ti (like tea-tea). She came over for dinner and while in deep conversation with me about something I don't remember what, she said, "Damn". Kael overhead and says, "Oh, Ti-ti, that's a bad word. Don't use that word!" She responds, "What are you talking about? Your Dad says bad words all the time." Kael snaps back, "No, Daddy says F!#$K." *Sigh*

It is true. We have been fairly loose with our language. Both of us. Kael's comprehension of bad words vs. good words just kinda snuck up on us. Oops. I guess on the bright side, this brings for interesting pre shool group time conversation...

Snip snip

I so love his precious curls. But, it was time to give it a little cut and allow for the luscious, locks to grow again.

Down Boy.

Kael has a dog. He takes it for walks around the house. It is a wild dog and completely out of control! This past week the dog was jumping up on the Maeli's door and jumping all over the walls. I hear CRASH, CRASH, BANG! I peer down the hall and call, "Kael...Mae is trying to sleep." He responds. "This dog is wild, and out of control. Its so hard. He just not listen. I'm trying to hold the leash." I inform him that obedience school may be a necessity if he is to keep this dog. What kind of dog is it you ask? Its a blender base with an extra long cord.

Do the...potty dance.

"Momma, momma...come 'ere! Come 'ere." I walk over to the other side of the kitchen with a puzzled look on my face. "Momma come close. Come close." I lean down so close that I can smell his goldfish and peanut butter breath. "You hear that momma? You hear that?" "Hear what Baby?" He whispers back to me, "You hear that? I'm peeing." I stand up and say, "You know, it would make a much louder noise if you peed in the potty and not your diaper." He laughs and bounces away.
I think we are making some progress with potty training.