You know you are getting old when.......

You forget to blog when your kid turns 10! Oops! Well, I'll blame it on the fact that I spent the whole day at Disneyland with Ryan and so THAT'S why I didn't blog. And...you know you are a bad mom when........you can't remember the last time you spent one on one with one of your kids! Seriously, it was before Jack was born I'm sure. Things since then have just been crazy....good, but CRAZY!

March 17, 1999: I was 37 weeks pregnant and soooooo done! The "happy to be pregnant" stage had totally worn off and the only thing I wanted was for the little one that had taken over my body to be born already. Doug was working the car lot still and had crazy hours but on this particular day he had the day off and was taking the twins to get their haircut about 25 minutes from our house. Before Doug left I remember sitting on the edge of my bed and just crying while he stood there staring at me and I think I said something like, "I just want this to be over!" I was so uncomfortable! I had had a pretty uneventful pregnancy but I was at that stage where my body was not my own anymore. I had to pee constantly, my feet were swollen so bad that the only shoes I could fit into were my birkenstocks on the last hole, and I barely slept because I was so uncomfortable. So, Doug left to take the kids and I thought I should give my doctor a call just to see what he said. He said get to the hospital. So, unshowered, I threw a bag together and headed to the hospital. I called Doug on the way to let him know but told him I would let him know what the doctor said before he should head over. I got to the hospital and they determined I was 4 cm dialated and in labor.......Doug arrived about 45 minutes later after dropping the twins off with Charlotte. My mom immediately left Oregon on a flight to Orange County but got stuck in San Jose. I went into the hospital at noon and Ryan was born at 4:33pm and weighed in at 8 pounds 3 ounces. Pretty good for 3 weeks early! The doctors said he would have been well over 10 pounds had I carried him to full term....ouch! My mom made it to the hospital later that night and the twins were able to come visit that evening as well. It was not until 4:33 that a nurse said to me "are you going to name him Patrick?" that it dawned on me what day it was. Until that day we didn't really celebrate St. Patrick's Day and to be honest, if you had asked me any other time of that year when St. Patty's Day was, I probably would have said sometime in March but didn't know the exact date. Now we have our own personal leprecaun! :-)

Ryan and Mommy 1999

March 17, 2009 : Ry and I went to Disneyland all by ourselves! We had such a great time hanging out together and running from ride to ride. The day was perfect....about 75 degrees. We went on every ride Ryan wanted to go on which for Ryan meant every ride. Earlier in the day he had said to me that he wanted me to go on a ride called "California Screamin'" in California Adventure and I had heard that it was pretty crazy so all day I was nervous. As the time approached to head over to California Adventure I got more nervous and more nervous. We walked through the park and as we got closer to the ride I noticed that the row of cars with people on it was stopped at the top of the ride. I asked Ryan if that was normal and he said no...and then we heard a lady talking on her cell phone to someone saying that the ride was stuck. Oh Darn! It was shut down for the day! :-)

A Bug's Life Ride(below) and the ride that never happened :-) (above)

New Hat!

Driving behind me at Autopia

We were sitting outside watching a Jedi Training show and suddenly Darth Vader starting walking towards me.....scary!