Headless Chicken Goes to Disneyland

Over the last few weeks, I have been running around in circles like a chicken with its head cut-off and have accomplished what seems like very little on my list of things to do. In fact, I'm questioning if I should even be blogging right now, but I'm going crazy and I needed a release!

Here's the scoop in a nutshell: We put a bid on a short sale house in May. Then we forgot about it. We were contacted 3 weeks ago and offered the house. We went to see it again and realized there was a lot of work that needed to be done to it, however, we felt good about it and went for it. We found a renter for our home, jumped through 80 bazillion (pretty sure that's a number) hoops for financing, and closed on Friday. "Yeah!" I say one minute. "Uh-oh spaghetti oh's," I say the next minute when I think of everything that needs to be done before we move in. (Paint, broken glass, pool problems, cleaning, wallpaper removal, etc...) It's hard leaving our home and moving into a house. I know that with some TLC it will be nice, but for right now, I'm a little nutso.

So, what's the best way to handle stress? Disneyland, or as Tate says, "Dizzyland!" We actually had the trip planned before all the crazy house stuff hit, so we had to go. It was GREAT! Here's a few pictures from our trip.

Sweet Lil' Taylor at Minnie's House

Are you sure, Carter? Are you sure you want that hat? Out of the thousands of souvenier choices? Are you positive? No doubt at all? 100% sure? How about a t-shirt? Ya sure? Alright, goofy hat it is.
We're all a little traumatized after Tower of Terror. Tate wants to know why on earth his mother, who tucks him in at night and kisses all his owies away, would EVER take him on the Tower of Terror. Well, I did. People were staring at us with that closed-mouth smile. He had a death grip the whole time and at the end of it, his bottom lip curled and he said, "That was scary." Then I said, "Call the cops. Book me for child abuse." He did all the scary rides...not bad for a 3 year old. We will await the long-term effects.
Pluto will make it all better.
We also went to Newport Beach. Tate shook it like a salt shaker. I think he gets it from me.

Who are Kim and Bob? No clue. May they have true love always though.

That is one good-looking half of a boy, if I do say so myself.

Willy and I do apologize for not wearing his speedo and my thong. It was a little chilly. Next time. Behold...the Seagull Whisperers...

As far as preventative seagull control goes, these 3 kids are the best in the world.

We had such a nice trip. Now it is back to work and back to reality! It's moving time!