Balboa Boat Ride...Ok, Ferry Ride.

Here's the Balboa pictures.

This is the ferry that takes cars and passengers to Balboa Island, where one can easily connect with PCH (aka Pacific Coast Highway), which is the main highway traveling north and south along the coast. Instead of exiting the ferry, we just floated there and back for fun! I think the ferry attendant should have only charged us half price, but she wouldn't go for it.

Look at little Mommabear up there! Isn't she such a cute little thing?

This is Bryce three months before he's called to serve in the Los Angeles mission! Handsome.

There was a picture where Kavella looked better, but I looked waaaaaay worse. That's a benefit of being in control of the blog--mwahahahahaha!

Yes, this is the EXACT same picture as before... with a Daddy/Daughter swap. We're lame.

When Kavella doesn't want to do something, she'll say (quite sweetly), "Uh, maybe not." Kavella, do you want to smile for the camera? "Uh....maybe not."

With Love

Overall, I would say that Kavella has adjusted to her new baby brother marvelously. Flawlessly, in fact. I can only recall a solitary event that would indicate any sort of jealousy. As I was disciplining Kavella, for something inconsequential to this story, she began to cry. Subsequently, Curren began to wail in unison with his big sister. She immediately thrust her hand forward, with an outward facing/open palm toward him and yelled, "Stop baby brother! Stop! It's MY turn!" I would say she has mastered taking turns, too!

Make my heart melt.

No, I swear, she LOVES her new baby brother...."Kavella, smile for the camera," Grandma Roberts suggested....the next picture was the devil-like response she gave. It reminds me of a picture that used to hang in my parents' house of me when I was a teenager.

Ha, ha, ha!! Scary, huh? Look at bubby's snubbly toes against my black shirt! I love when he spreads his tootsies!

I am absolutely in love with my baby boy!

I love you Mom! My poor Mom endured day after day, hour after hour of Kavella "hiding" under the kitchen table and calling out, "Where me go, Grandma?" Of course, Mom would play along and ask, "where'd Kavella go? Is she in _____(fill in the blank--fridge, washer, bathroom, etc.)? Is she over here?" Each time, Kavella would respond to her--"No, Kallella not over there..., No, Kallella not in the _____." Clearly, we need to come to a better understanding of what hiding means.

We got a chance to go to the Newport Beach temple while Mom was in town and it was really nice. I was a crying mess, but I'm sure that was just leftover pregnancy hormones, right?

Unkie Brwyce and Grandpa came for a short visit on their summer road trip to AZ, CA and UT!

My sweet Dad! Doesn't he look like a big teddy bear--especially that huge paw that covers Curren's midsection in full! Eloise and I think that Curren looks the most like my Dad.

Cute.

In an effort to do fun, cheap activities, we headed over to Balboa. This, apparently, should have been with the rest of the Balboa pictures in another post...

Clearly, they're very interested in eachother. My two snubble loves.

Beach time!

Air-out time! Curren had the WORST diaper rash, so every day we'd lay him--sans diaper--with his bum in the air. Some kids have projectile vomit; this kid had projectile poo. Yes, I was hit a few times.

"Trying to Get Adjusted to My New Home."

We have a great little park situated a few blocks from our home, so we took the kids (wow--the kids...plural? Weird.) there for an evening activity. Curren stayed cozy in the blanket his Granny made him--it's so cute; it has all the different surf spots in California on it!
Kavella is not, and was never, a snuggler. Cureen, it appears, is. I have to admit, I wished for a snuggler. Um, I also have to admit (now that Curren is actually 4 months old--I'm a little behind on posting) that he's a little needy. He not only prefers to snuggle, he can't function unless he's snuggling (i.e. being held, being slept next to, being carried, etc.). What have I done?

If you don't want to smooch those chubby cheeks, then there's something wrong with you. Seriously.

Considering that my own father announced him as "Cullen" to his entire office and our insurance company put in his name as "Cullen," I was pretty surprised that Dustin's work got Curren's name right in their announcement. Curren. Cullen? Really? Like on the Twilight Saga? Admittedly, our kids have unique names, but vampires? A little too far...although, have you seen Kavella's eyes? Hmmmm...

Mica watch!

Lake shoes from cousin Amanda. You'll notice, starting right about here, that Kavella appears slightly unkempt. That's because she is. No bows, now frills, clothes that don't match; what can I say? I was in survival mode.

Poppy!

Uh-huh, all rubbed in.

Dust saw this possum on our front walkway one night. He said it was all "drugged" up and slow moving. Gross.

Curren has the sweetest personality--he smiles ALL THE TIME! Even if he's in the middle of a complete breakdown, the minute you pick him up, he'll give a little grin. I love him and Kavella more than I can explain. I'm pretty sure I love my kids more than most parents....or does every parent feel this way?