Bye, bye beach boys...hello snowbunnies

In the midst of packing the boys just HAD to go to the beach. like.right.now.

Soooo...grandma took them to Ko'olina. Just for a sec. They swam. Kyler tried to "catch fish for dinner." Awesome. As I watched from the shade, it hit me. This is one of the last times I'll be seeing this for awhile. No 15 minute drive from home to Ko'olina, no beautiful beaches. I know there are many alternatives, but it makes me sad to know that there aren't alternatives to Hawaii's beauty. Hawaii is...well....Hawaii. And it is beautiful. But the cost of living is ugly. And the schools are uglier. And a lot of the people...well, they leave a whole lot to be desired.

My poor beach boys...they don't understand that this won't be the norm in our new home. No beaches to drive down the street to. No 365 sunshine. No grandma right down the street to take them on beach adventures and park picnics. But we will have snow. And cherries. And Krispy Kreme. And new adventures. And drives to Disneyland, Legoland, Canada...and other cool things. And.and.and.and...and it's not Hawaii, but it'll be just as fun as we can make it.

So we enjoyed our short, but sweet, visit to Ko'olina. And we got to see the Black Pearl (from Pirates of the Caribbean) docked, albeit far away, but I still got a little pic. So, here's to hoping we get one last awesome visit in to Ko'olina before we leave.

A fat girl confession...

Busy packing...but I can always take some time out of my busy-crazy-insane-ness for some Dim Sum.

Busy, busy, busy....

Busy moving...be back soon!!

Sshhhhh....you hear that????

What?

SILENCE!

Poor kiddos were having a rough day. Not sure what's going on, but they are grouchy. Like Oscar kinda grouchy. It's alright though...I'll take one grouchy day in exchange for all the terrific, great, totallly awesomeness days. I love my boys, I just wish there was more I could do to help them get over their frustration.

They were so exhausted from being little whiney pants peanuts that they fell asleep on the living room floor. For now I'm going to enjoy the silence....while it lasts. And hope that they wake up in a better mood. If not, well, let's just not go there.

Yo, party people...we are in the house!!!

Just testing this newfangled mobile blogging lol...

EDIT: Mobile blogging in full effect!! We are open and ready for business...there's no stopping us now!

I may just find the time....

Since we're moving, I have to find a way to keep the family updated and all at their own leisure since they're all a bunch of narcissistic bisshesss who think the world revolves around them and that I should call, answer and send pictures to them 24/7 when THEY want me to. Psshhhh...yeah, right. Anywho...found the perfect way to do it. Yep, you guessed it...here :o)

In all honesty, I need to find time to do this. The boys grow up so quickly and taking them so far away from their family takes that experience away from all of them. With Grams being in her mid 90's...making sure she sees them grow up is especially important. So...for Grams, I will keep this updated. I have to. Plus, I always have crap to say...perfect soapbox for a blabber mouth like me.

So here's to my last 34 days in Hawaii...I'm nervous, excited, scared, petrified and thrilled all rolled up into one big ball of me. I spent my whole life trying to get off this rock...and now that it's finally happening, well, it's a little scary. Don't get me wrong...I hate Hawaii. I hate the schools, I hate the rent, I hate the traffic, I hate the craptastic hospitals, I hate the cost of living, I hate almost everything. But 29 years...that gets you a little attached to things. You know, things like shave ice, malasadas, dim sum, laulau...stuff like that. I'm going to miss my family...and them being a 15 minute drive away. I'm going to miss driving past the ocean everyday...even though I hate going to the beach. I'm going to miss the friends I've made and kept over the years. Even the ones I didn't keep. I'm going to miss my cousin and her kids, even though I don't see them much. I'll miss Jenners and my future-daughters-in-law...even though I don't see them much, either. I'll definitely miss Haupia ice cream. Oh yeah, I am really, really going to miss that. But it's a good move. It's a good move for them. School wise, money wise, job stability wise, oppurtunity wise, not-having-to-pay-crazy-state-tax-for-nothing-getting-done wise...just positive in every way. *sniff sniff* But that doesn't mean I won't miss Hawaii. I will always hate/love Hawaii.

On to packing...adios.

And four months later....

It's been a long road. A long jorney to get here to this point where I can actually find some time. Time for ME. It is 11:15 p.m., the twins have been in bed for an hour and a half and the older boys for two hours. And me...I surf the 'net and relish in the silence. So, no blogging like I planned to...but I will catch up and get this show on the road. More importantly, I will upkeep (don't know how long that's gonna last lol).

It's actually been a very, very busy few months. Filled with uncertainty, doctors appointments, hospitals, testing, lab work, specialists and above all...fear. The fear of the unknown is suffocating, many times I found myself sobbing into Karsons shoulder as he slept on mine. Just asking for someone, ANYONE, to help find a reason for his inability to thrive. I rubbed his tiny feet...and wrapped my fingers (completely) around his thighs void of any fat. None. at. all. After many months, we think we have finally found a solution. After NG tube feedings, almost continously. Speciality formula (a.k.a. EXPENSIVE). Antacids, beta blockers, antibiotics and other reflux goodies. Oh...and dieticians, therapists, nutritionists, weekly doctors appointments, home nurse visits, and numerous other specialists. He is now moving up. Up in height, up in weight, up in development. My Karson is now thriving...

Don't get me wrong...he is still considered "failure to thrive", still gets NG feeds, still takes in speciality formula, still has developmental issues....but he's moving in the right direction. I will take one tiny step forward in that direction over standing still and especially over moving backwards. My teeny tiny boy has finally reached....and stayed at....12 POUNDS! At 11 months, he weighs as much as some 6 week olds do. But he's so cute. And so tiny. He's seriously my pocket partner. I can take him anywhere. I can carry him for hours. I can put him in my purse like those tiny dog carrying rich ladies in L.A. Well, not really...but sorta. Only thing I carry him in my Ergo.

What's new: teeth! Yep...both Mini's have teeth coming out. In. the. same. place. Nice! Double the teething = two very upset little men. It's so cute though! I love their tiny teeth.

What else is new: crawling! Well, not a full on hands and knees kinda crawl...but they definitely have the army, belly crawl going on. Mobility here we come!

And the pictures: