Fabulous SoCal

So.  The trip.  It was amazing, and I think I’m getting over my exhaustion. Finally. It’s hard work traveling all over the place with 4 kids, and don’t let anyone ever tell you different, son.

The highlights: seeing my mother.  Oh dear.  I missed her so, and the girls could not get enough of her.

Also: Sea World.  The beluga whales, and the girls feeding the seals.

Disneyland.  Ugh, it sucked for the adults, but the kids had fun.  They got to go on all the kiddie rides, and Nanny spoiled the shit out of them by buying them princess dresses at the Bibbity Bobbity Boo store.  I just about DIED.

We also hit up the LA Fashion district, and I did some damage there buy a) buying a suitcase for the trip home, and then b) accidentally filling it with fabric as we went shopping for, you know, fabric.  Oops.

Sidenote: although we did have 2 tons of shit to bring home, we only had 3 checked bags (for 6 people) that included about 30 pounds of fabric.  AND.  The 3rd suitcase? Stuffed full of fabric and notions?  Was only 2 pounds over the weight limit.  The sweet, sweet lady at the Continental counter didn’t charge me extra.  I’m pretty sure I should win a prize for that shit.  I’m like a magical packer.

Another highlight: getting to meet up with friends that Bryan and I haven’t seen in about 6 years (since before Charlie turned 1!).  Thea is older now than Charlie was when we moved.  Mind blowing, right?

The last day our flight didn’t take off until 9:30pm, which was actually pretty sweet.  We got to hang out with my mom and step-dad all day at Balboa park, got some (delicious!) food and gelato at Pappalecco, and then took our sweet ass time checking in for the flight and going through security.

Funny little story: when we went through security, Thea and I were flagged for additional inspection.  The agents looked at me, looked at my herd of kids, looked at each other, and stood there with their mouths hanging open.  I may have yelled.  A lot.  About dumb shit security flagging a mother of four and WHERE ARE MY KIDS GOING TO GO?   A very nice agent came over, apologized for the dumbness, and had me “additionally screened” in two minutes flat.  I guess having 47 kids with you *can* be a good thing.

I had such a good time.  So did Bryan, and so did the girls.  Such fun, and just a ton of experiences that we were so blessed to share with our girls.  I haven’t even pulled all the pictures off my camera yet.  FOR SHAME.  Guess what I’ll be doing this weekend?

Want to see the pics I do have?  Click here for the Flickr gallery. <3