Everett Turned 7!

 Our sweet Everett had a birthday a couple of weeks ago.  He had been looking forward to that day for a very, very long time.  Even the crossing guards at the elementary school knew it was his birthday.

Everett's teacher rewarded him for displaying leadership (or whatever else the qualifications are) by giving him the privilege of bringing a stuffed animal to school the day before his birthday.  He was ecstatic.  Of course he brought his Ewok.  And he had to wear his shirt that matched.

James wanted to get in on the picture.

So very exciting!

Everett wanted me to make a large cake with a realistic-looking redwood forest as a background and Han Solo, Leia, and Luke on speeders in the forefront.  He also wanted me to add some Ewoks for good measure.  

I declined.  But I did decide to make him something that had to do with Ewoks.  Because cutting out and frosting an Ewok out of cake sounded like a total nightmare, I made a big sugar cookie instead.  It was so, so, SO much easier.  I might have to always go this route from now on.

Everett wasn't disappointed that I didn't create the scene he originally had in mind.  He has way too much faith in my abilities.

Trick candles are always good for a laugh!

Everett got a few fun presents, like this beanbag chair.

We also gave him some Iowa Hawkeye apparel.  He is wearing the jersey here.  I don't know why he decided he is a Hawkeye fan, but he is adamant about it.  

Everett's grandparents, as usual, were extremely generous.  He was thrilled with every single gift they gave him.  

Everett wanted to have a birthday party.  He asked if we could do the same thing we did last year, and I thought that was a great idea.  Last year we invited a handful of friends to donate a used toy or two to a children's crisis shelter, and after we turned the toys in, we went to McDonald's.  Simple, but fun.  

Everett was so excited to get toys together.  He was on fire, man.  When I went down to our basement to check on him, he was almost jumping around with excitement.  "This is just making me feel so good and giving me so much energy!" he exclaimed.  

Everett even very lovingly guided his brother and sister into putting some of their toys in the box.  I did have to take out several things that we were still using, and yes, I felt a little bad about it.  I didn't want to dampen Everett's fire.  But he was happy about whatever I suggested and between what we chose and the two party guests brought, we filled a large box.  

We found a nice children's crisis shelter in Des Moines and trekked on over.  I had made prior arrangements for the drop-off, but when I asked the woman assisting us if she could talk to the kids a little bit about their shelter, she looked at me warily.  I wondered about that until she explained that often parents of unruly children come in as an attempt to scare their kids into thinking they need to shape up or be left there.  

In the end, Everett and his friends were given a great explanation and really were happy about what they had given away.  Then we went to McDonald's where everyone had a great time playing in the playplace.  I had wondered if seven year olds were too old to enjoy something like that, but they definitely were not!

Time with William

William has always been happy, easy-going, sweet, and sensitive.  Now that Everett and Ashley are away at school all day, and James still takes long naps, William and I have had some good opportunities to do fun things together.

Sometimes his idea of fun and my idea of fun are not very similar.  If William had his way, he would play with cars and trucks and all "things that go" every hour of the day.  He is obsessed, in the best possible way.  

I have struggled to play with cars and trucks.  I've never been very interested in them.  But I am interested in William so I feign interest in the item so I can enjoy his expressive play (and it IS expressive).

But now that William is three, he is old enough to enjoy some simple board games.  Candyland, Snakes and Ladders, Memory--all of these make an almost daily rotation in our schedule.  

Though William never seems to tire of these games, I sometimes find myself counting the minutes until we are done.  Even Joel, who vowed long ago to never cheat on a game to let any of his children win ("They need to learn how to lose, and when they finally beat me it will be worth it," he'd explain), has finagled William's victory in a few of those games.

In short, it has been a challenge to find activities that are mutually enjoyable.  I always default to crafts like painting and collages and building, but William has very little interest.  He'd rather play with cars.  As active or as vehicle-centric as I can make the craft, William can only maintain interest in it for a few minutes.  But a few minutes is better than nothing, so we continue on for the sake of avoiding monotony.

So, I was thrilled when I finally found a craft William could devote a chunk of interest to: egg carton helicopters!

We had a great time putting these together.  He was not interested in coloring or decorating them in any fashion, but he was interested in discussing and assembling the parts.

To prepare for this craft, we read some books about helicopters and learned about some basic differences between models (Wheels or skids?  One rotor or two?  Open tail or metal-encased?).  Where does the pilot sit?  How does it go?  Where is the engine?  What can a helicopter land on?  How does it fly?

William was fascinated by all this information and looked as though he was ready to dive into the pages of our books and begin flying his own amazing machine.

So, building our own helicopters was a great afternoon diversion.  He wanted to make one for everyone in the family and had fun choosing whether to put wheels or skids on each.  It was fun for me to see him so giggly, and it was fun for him to enjoy something new.  I am trying to work on his fine motor skills with him and this was a craft that made us both happy.

The Time I Lost My Everett

I've never lost any of my kids, not truly.  I've never felt the worry a lost child leaves behind grip me chillingly around the back of my neck; I've never been overcome with sleeting panic, bursting from a sudden realization that I not only don't know where my child is, I have no idea where else to look.

I've never felt any of these things, except once.

I brought Everett to an evening soccer practice held at our local YMCA one evening in late spring.  He was excited; I was anxious to get out the door.  The practice fields were lined up on an expansive field next to the building.  Volunteer coaches were buoys, bobbing along the grass, sending their little players this way and that.  Even the missionaries from our church were coaching their own cute little team.   I dropped Everett off with his coach and sat for a few minutes to watch, then left to go run around the track encircling the field and the Y's building.  I was going to improve my 5k time if I could possibly help it, and here was the perfect opportunity.  I could peek in on Everett each time I rounded the bend on his side of the field.

After a few laps, my legs burned and my lungs were shrinking, so I reigned in my concentration to focus on pounding my feet to the rhythm I had already set.

Triumphantly, I finished my 5k in a pretty good beginner's time.  I walked over to watch Everett's last ten minutes of practice, my endorphins in full swing.  His team was enjoying a drill.  His coach was watching closely.  But there was no Everett.

My heart jolted and throbbed for a minute, but since I am not one to panic, I looked around at the other teams in the hope that Everett got mixed up or purposely joined a friend of his.

He was nowhere to be seen.

I pulled the coach aside to ask where my son was and felt surprised to hear that not only did he not know where Everett was (casual shrug), he hadn't seen him at any time in the last twenty minutes. I questioned the parents near the field to no success, then walked toward the front entrance of the building.  I met a good friend of mine on the way and explained the situation.  She immediately jumped to my aid and we made a quick plan.

At this point, I wasn't truly worried.  Somehow I knew that Everett was fine.  But as I talked with the front desk manager, who immediately began sending employees out in search of a little six-year-old boy in a blue superman shirt, I began to feel an unfamiliar sort of hurt creep into my heart.

Poking my head into bathrooms, attempting to keep my voice level while describing Everett to random gym-goers, pushing away any worst-case scenarios that my mind delivered--nothing I did kept the fingers of that icy hurt from beginning to choke me.

When my friend and I crossed into the same hallway and she asked hopefully, "Did you find him?"  I meant to answer calmly, but my "No" turned wobbly and crumbled into a waterfall of tears.

In a way it felt relieving to release some tears, but I was also surprised.  I never cry, not even when pregnant.  But a lost child trumps any sort of pregnancy hormone.

The fact was, I had no idea where my son was, and an army of employees hadn't found him either.

Five seconds later (which to me felt more like years), I heard a faint voice shout, "We've found him!"

I was immersed in a pool of relief and it tasted sweet, but it did not mask the constricting bruises leftover by worry. I hurried to the front doors where a young employee was guiding in my little Everett.  His relief at seeing me became confusion when he saw the tears coursing down my face.  I made every effort to compose myself, but I couldn't speak with a level voice until I had sat down with him on a private bench outside the building.

I explained how worried I was and asked where he had been and if he was ok.  Everett's eyes widened as they followed the teary trails along my cheeks.  He explained that we had forgotten his water bottle and went to find a drink during the team's water break.  An employee later told me they had found Everett crouched between two cars in the parking lot--he heard people calling for him, but since they were all strangers, he wasn't willing to reveal himself.  His hope had been to find a water bottle in our car, which happened to be locked, and so he found himself at an impasse.

After a discussion on what he should have done instead and some reassurance from my end that I was not upset with him, I took Everett to apologize to his coach, who was packing up the soccer equipment.  Practice had already ended.

Though I knew Everett should apologize for not asking for permission to leave or at least informing the coach of his plans, it galled me to go through with the apology when the coach was wholly unconcerned from the start.  His casual demeanor, even when Everett returned, belied his apathy.

The coach didn't have any idea where my six-year-old son was for over twenty minutes and didn't give me the courtesy of pretending to care.  As any wounded parent would, I grasped for someone to blame for my emotions, and the coach was the nearest candidate.  To him, a careless boy had wandered off and would certainly be found.  To me, a piece of my heart I had let loose for another adult to look after was missing.  And it had to be someone's fault.

Truthfully, it was a comedy of errors--little missteps on the part of all of us.  I had forgotten to give Everett his water bottle and then didn't have my eye on him.  Everett left without informing his coach.  His coach was overwhelmed with instructing twelve little children in a sport he was obviously unfamiliar with.

The night ended just fine, as was my instinct when I first began my search.  But a stronger instinct surged past my initial private reassurance--concern for the safety of my child.

I'm glad all my worry was for nothing.  I don't know what we would do without my sweet guy.

Saying Goodbye

(Warning:  This stuff is only interesting to me, and possibly the grandparents.  I am recording it so I don't forget these sweet details, and not to brag about these children that I do love.)

If you've been following this blog, you may know that we moved into our current area too late to get the kids into our neighborhood school.  As a result, they have been attending a school two miles away.  It has actually been a great experience for the kids.  Everett and Ashley both had wonderful teachers there, and I was a little sad to see it come to an end.

Why did it come to an end, you may ask?  Because two weeks ago, someone from the district office notified me that places have opened up in our neighborhood school, and would I like to switch my kids?

At first I felt a little hesitant,  but it was an easy decision in the end.  Ashley was thrilled, because that means she would go to the same school as her best friend next door.  I knew the switch might make her feel a little nervous, but I also knew she likely wouldn't stress about it.  Everett wasn't thrilled about the change.  He did shed a few tears.  He had a hard time with our move this summer, as the attachments he forms to people he cares about are deep and never forgotten.  He still loves a girl he knew from kindergarten, even now over a year after they first became friends.  And, he has loved his first grade teacher at the school they were attending here.

I don't know if love is a powerful enough word.  Everett adored this woman with every single spark of feeling he had (which is a surprising amount for such a young boy).  I could see it plainly every time I saw him talk to her.  His admiration radiated from his face like sunbeams.  He would have done anything for this teacher.  

Every child should have a teacher they love that much--it really opens up the entire school experience for them.

Everett's class presented him with this cute going-away card and gave him a precious few minutes of class time to read a story to everyone.  He chose to read The Three Billy Goats Gruff.

Everett already had a best friend at his old school.  The principal knew Everett's name after just a couple of weeks.  Everett made everyone laugh when he brought the ultrasound pictures of our new little Johnson boy-to-be-born to school.  "I think he showed those off to every single person in the school!"  Everett's teacher had remarked to me.  "He is such a proud big brother!"  His journal entry from that day says, "I am so excited that we are going to have a new baby boy."

Some of the staff at the school Everett attended last year told me, "He makes us laugh daily!"  I wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, but I believed it.  I think the staff at this particular school felt the same way.  They all knew who he was, that was for sure. 

Everett even was selected to have a special waffle breakfast with the teachers.  The once-monthly invitations are reserved for students who have shown great leadership.  This school was all about the positive reward system, and it worked great for Everett.  I was glad he had a chance to do participate in the breakfast before we switched schools.

Everett wrote his teacher many cards.  He made this one at the beginning of the year when she was out sick.  His creative spelling says something like, "Dear (teacher) I love you I hope that you get better  I love you as a teacher  Love Everett"

Everett's teacher also remarked to me that he is the most polite first grader she has ever met, which made me laugh in surprise.  I'm just glad he has it in him somewhere not as deep-down as I feared.  She also told me multiple times that he is "such a sweetheart."  I had to agree.  Everett has a big heart filled with love for all.  And as you readers well know, we mothers always appreciate people who see the same good things in our children that we do.

So when I had a final conference with this wonderful teacher, I got a little teary when I told her how much it has meant to me that she fostered such appreciation in my boy.  It was embarrassing, but she teared up a little too and told me how much she would miss him, and I didn't feel so silly anymore.

Ashley had a wonderful teacher as well, and I am kicking myself that I forgot to take a picture of the two of them together.  I was able to have a final conference with Ashley's teacher as well.  It was a real treat.  I was excited for Ashley to have this particular teacher because she has a daughter around the same age with a very similar temperament as Ashley--that is, reserved and quiet and very introspective.

Ashley likes to observe, internalize, and output only when she feels ready.  I love this about her.  It gives her time to think before she speaks.  This is the reason she knew all her colors before she was two--she observed and learned all on her own because she is so comfortable hanging out inside her own mind.

I was able to go on Ashley's field trip to the apple orchard.  We live in suburbia, where there are a million moms who all want a piece of the classroom volunteer pie.  It is not typical of education experiences in our nation and world-wide, and I am grateful that my kids have these kinds of learning opportunities.  I also struggle with how to make them aware that they are very, very lucky, but that is a subject for another time.  But what this means for field trips is that the teachers have to hold drawings for a select number of moms to be able to ride the bus.  My name, and one other, was chosen.  We still had so many volunteers drive behind the bus that each parent only had the charge of two children.

So I took this as a sign that I'd better find arrangements for the little boys and go on the field trip.  I am so glad I did.  Ashley and I had a very nice morning together.  I wasn't surprised that she wanted to stay with me the whole time, but I was still pleased.  I never get tired of spending one-on-one time with her.  It is fun to see her sparkle under the special attention.

Ashley is quiet and dependable at school.  She is good at learning because she likes to think.  Her teacher remarked that her handwriting is amazing and that she is quite the artist. (I heard the same thing last year in preschool when her teachers handed me a name-writing practice sheet.  "Obviously," they said, "she is comfortable with writing."  We all laughed.  The letters in her name were adorned with curlicues.) Since Ashley is so reserved, usually teachers don't know much about her, especially at the first conference of the year.  Ashley tends to fade into the background of a busy class.  But this particular teacher made me feel that she did take special notice of Ashley--maybe because Ashley reminds her of her own daughter.  "I love to hear Ashley laugh," she said, "because it doesn't happen very often.  But when I see it, I think 'Yes!  I did it!'"

Ashley laughs a lot at home, but I was happy to hear that her teacher enjoyed seeing a little piece of that at school.

I dropped Ashley off on her first morning at her new school.  "Hey!  Here's the new girl" Shouted Ashley's locker partner.  A sweet little boy came close and said, "Whoah, she is so beautiful. . ."  It was the first time I felt protective over my daughter.  My instinct was to usher him away from her and sternly say, "Now, that's quite enough, young man."  But then I realized I was being silly and the cute little boy was only being candidly nice, and he was just five years old, for heaven's sake.  My temptation to tell him that she has many things of much greater value about her than just the way she looks, and she isn't eye candy, etc. etc. etc. faded away.

Yes, I might be a little paranoid about raising a daughter these days, why do you ask?

Ashley's previous teacher and her new teacher had already spoken on the phone twice in the two days they had to squeeze in the sudden school-moving details, and her new teacher had already invited us to the new school after school hours, on a Friday, so Ashley could see the classroom and begin get a feel for the new teacher's way of doing things.

Funny sidenote:  Every single one of Ashley's teachers has always called her "Miss Ashley."  I can't say for sure that they don't use that title for anyone else, but I've never heard them do so.  Even knowing this, I was still surprised when, the first time we met with Ashley's new teacher, she immediately referred to sweet Ashley as "Miss."  I call my daughter "Miss Ashley" as well; it just feels like the natural thing to do. 

In short, we've been very, very fortunate to have wonderful teachers this year.

SO, the kids each wanted to make a special card for their teachers.  I thought this was a great idea.  The cards happened to be Halloween-themed, since the school switch happened right around the holiday and it must have been on their mind.

The front of Ashley's has a monster with cavities in its sharp teeth.

"I am sad that I am going to a new school.  I will miss you thank you for being my teacher.  Love Ashley"

You can tell that Ashley loves drawing but doesn't much like coloring her drawings in.  You can also tell that she was rushing with the handwriting, but I love the backwards S's and cute spelling anyway.

Everett wanted to scare his teacher with a monster who doesn't talk correctly.  It is saying "I am eat you."

Everett found his teacher's fear of spiders fascinating and unusual.  So naturally he drew a spider on his card that is threatening to eat her.

Six weeks into school and he still struggled with spelling her name correctly!

                           
"Thank you for reading the Titanic and reading the Boxcar Children.  I love them.  I love you.  Love Everett."

My kids were proud of their cards.  I'm glad I had the presence of mind to squeeze in a picture before school.

So far the school transition has been great.  Everett likes his new teacher and has already made better friends with a boy he knows from church.  Ashley is easy-going and independent, and has adapted well to her new classroom.  Seeing her next-door friend during recess is the sweet topping to the whole deal for her!

This is Halloween

We had a nice halloween.  Even though school has been in session for two months, I am still not used to feeling like we have so little time between dinner and bedtime to get fun activities done for the holidays.  But we make it work.

We carved pumpkins a few nights ago.  The kids had a great time. 

They loved pulling out the guts.

Everett didn't like getting his hands sticky with the juices, but he did like making sure his pumpkin was cleaned out.

The finished products.  We went the easy route this year and used stencils.  They worked out ok, even though we sped through them as fast as we could.

Our city held a "beggar's night" the night before Halloween to ensure that the little children were not out at the same time as the older troublemakers.  I think "beggar's night" is a pretty good name and should always be used interchangeably with the official name of Halloween.

I made hot dog mummies for dinner.  The kids were excited about them but didn't really eat much.  Don't you worry; their bellies were filled with plenty of candy later.  

I think they were all excited about their costumes.  William was obviously not keen on wearing his dinosaur hood. 

Ashley wanted to be a black cat, which is a perfect fit for her.  I think she often really wishes she was a cat.

She posed several ways without prompting from me.  She was meant for this costume.  I wouldn't be surprised if she wears it again next year.

William originally wanted to be an orange monster but immediately changed his mind when he saw this costume in a store.

He was pretty cute in it and since it was 40% off, I couldn't say no.  

I've mentioned before that Everett has been enjoying everything Star Wars.  It did not surprise me that he wanted to be Luke Skywalker this year.

It was a pretty easy costume to make.  It is fun to see him enjoying the persona.  

Everett asked for an ewok buddy.  William was not interested, so I recruited James.  He looked adorable and Everett was thrilled.  The main part of this costume was a dog costume I bought four years ago for three dollars.  Two kids wore it before James and I just used leftover scraps to finish it off with the ewok hood and ears.  I don't think you can get more budget-friendly than that!

These two buddies were great together, although their trick-or-treating paces were significantly different.

James loved the whole concept of trick-or-treating and even spoke to most of the people.  He also tried to grab a handful of candy at each house.  When I tried to put all pieces back but one, our neighbors tried to insist that he take it all.  (I didn't listen, but James didn't seem to notice.)  Suddenly I realized how James had gotten more candy than the rest of the kids at our church's trunk-or-treat.  Everett had taken him around to all the cars while I manned ours, and they returned a short time later completely be-laden with candy.

Ashley, Everett and William got plenty of candy as well.  William was done after a handful of houses, and I didn't argue with him.  Less candy in our house means less whining from the kids.  I am still trying to find a dentist in our area who buys the candy back, but I haven't yet been successful.  I figure it is a win-win.  Everett has been dying to earn more money, and I don't want to deal with all the candy.

It was a fun holiday.  We don't know our new neighbors very well, but it was fun to recognize some of their kids.  This is the first year we've ever had a decent amount of trick-or-treaters, and it was a lot of fun!

Disneyland!

We took our first ever family vacation this summer!  Usually we use whatever vacation time we have to visit family, which we always look forward to and enjoy, but we couldn't say no when the opportunity arose to take our kids to Disneyland.

The kids were all thrilled.  Everett and Ashley have both heard friends talk about Disneyland and were anxious to find out why.  William didn't have any concept of what to expect, but was immediately on board when we explained he would be able to see Lightning McQueen.  

Instead of driving 30 plus hours from Iowa, we all flew.  It was so much fun!  Well, not really.  Let's just say it was a means to an end.  It did beat driving 30 hours.  All of our kids were great travelers, actually.  James definitely behaved age-appropriately with his usual dose of orneriness, but we can't complain too much.  It took two airplanes to get to Southern California and about 5 hours of flight time, and William was still disappointed that we didn't get to just jump on another airplane when it was all over.  I assured him that Disneyland would be worth it, but he didn't seem convinced.

I made color-coordinated T-shirts for each child for each day we were there, and this was the only family picture we took.  Oops.  James isn't even in this one!  We bought each child one souvenir--light sabers for Everett and Ashley from the Star Wars gift shop.  They got to build their own, which was pretty fun.  Joel and I went back later to get one for William.  I think James wishes we had one for him, too.  My parents came to Disneyland with us and bought the kids their favorite souveniers--a stuffed plane for James, a car and plane for William, a white kitten for Ashley (what else?), and an ewok for Everett.  That ewok has gone everywhere with Everett ever since, and it has been great currency for me to use when I am trying to discipline.  So thanks, Mom and Dad!

Surprisingly, or not surprisingly, the carousel was one of the activities the kids liked the most in all of Disneyland.

All of my kids adore their Aunt Maddy.  Of course they do.  She is a lot of fun and very low-pressure.  She also has this cool, witty, effortless, I'm-not-even-trying vibe about her that many people pay good money to learn to imitate.  

Everett, our Star Wars guy, loves Ewoks and so I had to make that the theme of one of his shirts.  It turned out pretty well.  Unfortunately that shirt is lost and Everett is still sad he doesn't get to wear it on a regular basis.

(Joel is trying to perfect the art of the photobomb here, apparently.)

I'm not sure why William clammed up on this particular ride, but he wasn't very happy.  When we went on it again he lit up like we thought he would.

Rides are always more fun with Grandma. 

You might have noticed by the shirt colors that this is three days of riding on the carousel.  I think it is safe to say that it was well-loved by all.

(Yes, I am there, and trying not to look four months pregnant but failing miserably.)

No trip to Disneyland is complete without pictures of the famous Dumbo ride.  Everett thought it was overrated, but the other kids liked it.  

If only the pictures I took were better!

Ashley wasn't too interested in meeting the princesses, so we didn't try to fight the lines.  However, we happened upon Aurora one day as we were leaving the park and since the line to see her was very short, of course we had to stop.

William was right there with us, and even though I don't think he has ever seen a princess movie, and had no idea who this particular young lady was, he was ecstatic and ran right up to her.

Ashley tends to keep her feelings from being too displayed, but it is obvious who is the more excited of the two.

I don't know why William was so happy to meet a princess, but I am glad he could accompany Ashley.

Everett lived his dream when he was selected to participate in Disneyland's Jedi training.  

He took the training very, very seriously.

The young jedis learn a few choreographed moves with the light saber.

Everett had a great time practicing those moves.  

The cute little tough, intimidating Jedis were asked to line up after the training.  Everett was glued to the proceedings--he did not want to miss what was next, even though he didn't know what, exactly, would happen.

It just so happened that he got to try out his moves on Darth Vader himself.

Darth Vader attempts to convince him to join the dark side.  Everett replied with a solid NO (and his classic you-can't-get-the-best-of-me-grin that we have seen many times).

And then, they dueled.

I was impressed that Everett actually did every move exactly as practiced, with perfect timing.  Darth Vader was not ready for him.

Everett would have been willing to duel all day long, but the fun had to end.  The entire trip to Disneyland was worth it for Everett because of this duel and the fact that he got to ride Star Tours five times.

Star Tours was rewarding--Ashley and Everett were each chosen at one point as the Rebel Spy.  Everett was disappointed that Ashley, who is definitely NOT into Star Wars, was chosen before he was, but he was ecstatic to finally be chosen as well on a later ride.

The teacups was another classic ride I had to get a picture of.

I think Ashley went on this ride three times.

It was right up her alley--a cute theme and a little fun movement, but nothing too intense.

This picture is hopelessly blurry, but you might still be able to make out Ashley's expression.  She has her mouth wide open and is screaming at the top of her lungs on splash mountain.  My attempts to prepare her for the end of the ride did not alleviate her terror.  No, she didn't want to go on this one again.  Everett did, though, and at one point came up with a (failed) strategy to get Joel as wet as possible.

Although Ashley was a very good sport to try rides such as the Matterhorn, Grizzly River Run, Space Mountain, and the Tower of Terror, she did not want to revisit them.  At one point Ashley complained of her throat hurting; well, that was because she screamed as loudly as she could on any relatively intense ride.  (We all laughed at her behind her back because we are just so kind and caring like that.  Hey, the screams of a little girl in those circumstances are surprisingly funny.)  She did love the Little Mermaid ride and any ride that was beautiful and/or fun with low amount of intensity.  I think we found enough for her to enjoy.

The Pirates of the Caribbean ride was popular with all of us, except Ashley.  I forgot to prep her for what was coming, and so the unexpectedly dark and spooky beginning of the ride terrified her.  But, she rode two more times with us and actually enjoyed it, having relaxed enough to un-clamp her eyelids and lessen her grip on the person next to her.

Everett loved Pirates.  He and I had a great time discussing how the special effects might have been accomplished and how much fun it would be to conceptualize a ride like that.

And, since we got to ride in a boat, in real water, James and William were perfectly happy!

The two little boys took a nap in the strollers every day.  James woke up just as I was taking this picture.  He didn't get quite enough sleep to keep from being ornery during dinnertime, but we made it work.

William loved this rocket ride.  Unfortunately, although he would have loved to go on on any of the more intense rides, he was too short.  I hope he didn't know what he was missing.  There is one ride in particular--a Lightning McQueen racing ride--that he would have loved but had to miss out on.  But he did get to see Lightning McQueen while the rest of us were racing, so there's that!

We had a lot of fun at the parks with my parents.  My Dad had a business conference there and it gave us all a great excuse to have a really enjoyable vacation.  For some reason I don't have a single picture of him.  He will probably be relieved, but I am not.  I'll get you next time, Dad!

One of the highlights for everyone was our day at the beach.  We've been landlocked for so long, my kids think a riverbank is a beach.  We were happy to show them the real deal!

The water was cold, so only the more adventurous of us went in it.  James and I dipped our feet in, but he cried and I immediately decided that was as far as I wanted to go.

It was intensely relaxing to just be at the beach.  My smart Dad found an area that was less crowded so we had a really low-key few hours there.

William would have stayed there permanently, if he could.

Sand and water really agreed with him.

William is my most olive-skinned child.  He and James get about the same amount of sunlight but they are very different in color.  

James was happy to fill buckets, and he generally stayed away from Ashley's creations but I believe he did topple a few castle towers.

I was worried about James's peachy skin at the beach but the sunblock did pretty well to keep him at his natural paleness.   Unfortunately, the adults all got pretty badly burned because we were less careful sunblocking ourselves than we were with the children.  Even my legs burned.  I can't remember them ever burning before, and I never sunblock them.  A few days of pain and discomfort meant that, for the first time in my life, I got to sport a very slight, if horribly uneven tan on my calves for a few weeks.

Ashley had fun with her buddy, Aunt Maddy, as usual.  They are two peas in a pod.

I will always be glad we took this trip.  Disneyland is a magical place to young children.  Everett, Ashley, and William still talk about the fun things they did.  It was especially nice to share the experience with some Grandparents and a really cool Aunt.