Caris Out of the Crib (And out of bed)


Yesterday, Caris got started in her big girl bed.  No more crib for you, Caris.  We probably didn’t pick the best of nights to get her into a regular bed, since they were also adjusting to daylight saving time as well this weekend.  But we’ve procrastinated too long, and I had time to convert her bed in the afternoon.

Caleb and Caris are so different.  I was reading back at an old post of Caleb first getting into his big boy bed, and their responses have been much different.  Of course Caris has had the benefit of watching Caleb get into his bed for a few months, so that helps.

The first night did not go so well.  It wasn’t horrible, but it was good either.  We put the kids down around 8pm, which is technically an hour earlier than normal based on standard time.  We figured they would take a while to go to sleep, but not as long as they actually took.  After multiple times of telling them to stop playing and go to sleep, they finally fell asleep at 10:40pm, over two and a half hours after we put them to bed.

Once asleep, Caris did well. But anything the doesn’t involve her falling out of bed I would consider doing well.  She got over the falling out of bed quickly though, for tonight she did it.  We’re about to eat dinner downstairs, and we hear a big thump.  Originally we though it was Caleb knocking down the gate like he down earlier in the night, but nope, it was Caris falling out of bed.

We run upstairs and hear her crying. Caleb fesses up.

Caleb:  Caris fell out of bed.  We were talking and laughing, and she fell out of bed.

I’m glad Caleb is so willing to tell us what happened now.  I hope it stays that way.

I Can Spell “Ocean”

5:18 PM Yvonne: so, caleb kept saying "i can spell ocean"
  oh really, caleb?
 me: hehe
 Yvonne: no, not ocean – says caleb
5:19 PM lotion?
 me: lotion?
 Yvonne: no, not lotion and not water like ocean
 me: Can he really spell it?
 Yvonne: "ocean"
  what? – mommy
  caleb: U-R-C-H-I-N
 me: Urchin?
  Where he learn that word?
 Yvonne: Mommy: urchin?
5:20 PM Caleb: yeah, urchin…. i learned it from the apple
 me: haha
 Yvonne: did i tell you yesterday he spelled lion at the sink when he was washing his hands
5:28 PM Yvonne: he just spelled camel for me

Tip of the Day

This tip is for free.  Wash your rice.

Yesterday, Yvonne started to cook some rice in our rice cooker.  She dumped a few cups of rice into the rice cooker, but changed her mind and decided to make noodles instead for the kids.  She removed the rice from the rice cooker.  She saw there was some “grains” leftover from the rice, but decided not to clean it since they were just “grains.”


I opened up the rice cooker this morning to find the “grains” in there. Friends and family, those “grains” you see there are not grains. They are tiny bugs.  You can see them crawling around in the video below.

To the people who told me before that you don’t need to wash the rice before you cook it:  I’m never ever eating your rice again.

“You snooze, you lose.” Going Home (Day 8)

Another travel day.  Another long day ahead of us.  So many questions.  Will the kids sleep on the airplane?  Will we have an extra seat for Caris again?  At least we’ll be home soon.  A place where the kitty litter is all over the ground and their cat hair is all over the ground.  Home sweet home.

Here we are getting ready to pack up the car.


And already, the pants are coming off.


We had a little time to play before heading to the airport.  We were going to go to the playground just before we leave.  Of course we have to walk there, and Caris didn’t want to walk.


She is one stubborn little girl.  She was standing there crying for at least five minutes before someone picked her up and carried her to us.  I wanted to see how long this girl would have stand there.








Here’s the car rental office.  Right next to gas station, convenience store and Carl’s Jr.


All 3 kids sitting the back seat.  Not much leg room, but more than when they came here.


Waiting for the plane at our gate.  Actually, that mob of people there is 4 gates at one end of the airport.  They all share the same doors.


Let me tell you the story of how we got here. 

When we first get the airport, there’s a line formed to check-in.  There’s a separate line adjacent to ours that’s marked “baggage drop off.”  Since we had so many bags, our bags were there.  When we got to the front of our line, I opened up the roped off area to get my bags.  Since we’ve been here, we’ve been hearing that a flight to Minneapolis has been canceled.  As I’m pulling my bags over to the baggage check point, I notice this couple gets in the “baggage drop off” line.  As we’re getting our bags checked by airport security, this couple starts pushing their way forward trying to get to a counter.

I know American travelers when I see them.  They tend to be the rude travels; the people with a sense of entitlement.  Soon after this couple goes forward, another 40 or 50 people start streaming through this “baggage drop off” line.  There are at least another 20 legit people who were already waiting in the real check-in line, yet all these people, all Americans, decide to get in front of all these people waiting.  This is the canceled Minneapolis flight.  No sorrys said.  No apologies.  Just the “I need to talk someone at the counter.”

Eventually, Delta funnels all these people to a separate line.  At least I was already at the counter.

As always, I hate the security checkpoint.  But this being Mexico, I didn’t know how much more stringent they would be than the U.S. (they weren’t).  There’s a single file line stretching out into the hallway for the security checkpoint.

We go to the back of the line.  Before we get to the security checkpoint, I wanted to put our water container inside my backpack.  In the 10 seconds that lapsed as I was attempting to put my container away, a little gap opened up in front of us.  There were already 15 or 20 people behind us in the line.  However a group of people starting walking up thinking we might not be in line because of the gap that formed.  Now remember this gap was only there in that 10 second span that I was in my backpack.  This group found out that all these people were in line and they went to back to the end…  Except for this one lady (or maybe couple).

At the time, I didn’t really know if she was in line already in front of us or was in the group coming from the back.  I went back to my backpack and making sure the kids were behaving.  Yvonne proceeds to apologize to her about the gap, and tells the lady in front we were in line.  Her response:

You snooze, you lose.

I did not hear this, cause if I had, there would have been some drama in the security checkpoint.  It’s probably a good thing I didn’t hear it either.  Yvonne on the other hand was taken aback by that comment.  She kept her composure well, especially knowing how sharp a tongue she can have.  I’m kind of proud and disappointed at her at the same time.  Disappointed that she didn’t lay into this woman.  But proud that she could actually control herself.  All she said was, “that’s a very American thing to say.”  The woman responded with “that’s right, I’m American.”  Oh man if I had heard that conversation, we’d be sitting in the Mexican jail right now.  I would have a started a riot in that airport. Yvonne said that the people behind us were apparently annoyed at this woman too. 

I was too busy making sure the kids were okay and fiddling around with my backpack and worrying about getting through this security checkpoint.  If I had the chance, I would have laid into her.  But I guess God didn’t want us sitting in jail when we should be flying home.

Best thing though is that we passed her up in the security checkpoint anyways.  Since we had kids, they put us in a different x-ray scanner.  We were able to get through the checkpoint a few minutes before her even though she cut in front of us.  A small victory.  I still rather yell at her, but I guess I’ll have to take this.

Caris putting the G1 to good use.


Caris with her new car, Chuki.


The flight was complete full on the plane.  We were hoping for an open seat so Caris could sit.  Instead, she sat in my lap for the whole 3 hours.  For those of you who don’t have toddlers, or never flew with a toddler in your lap for 3 hours, you might want to consider buying that seat for your 22 month old child.  Maybe other 22 month old kids are different, but Caris is a handful.  It was a good thing she was really tired when we got on the plane.  At least she was able to sleep in my lap half the time.  Caris can really only keep her attention on an activity for about 5 minutes.  After that, it’s on to the next thing to try to keep her attention.  And then the next.  The best thing for her to do is eat, which I tried to extend as long as possible.  But there’s only so much snacks she wants to eat before she just wants to run around.

What makes things even worse is that they didn’t give us our stroller at the gate.  We did a gate check, but they don’t let you get your gate check-in on international flights.  So that means we have to carry all our carry-ons, a car seat and 3 kids through customs before we can get stroller at baggage claim.  So much trouble.



A long day of traveling.  But we’re home safely.

The Retro-Blog (Day 7)

This post will be 5 days later than the actual day, so hopefully I still have a firm grasp of what happened that day.  This the Day 6 retro-blog.

This was our last full day in Mexico.  We had heard the day before from people on the bus that there was loads of fun things to do at the recreation center.  It’s not free, but from what we here it’s worth it to go.  That’ll be our destination this day.

First we have to wake up in the morning.  Everyday, the Caleb & Caris have been going later and later to bed.  And everyday they wake up later and later.  This is fine by me.  We were keeping the kids on California time, so they even woke up later than usual.  More sleep in the morning = Happy Chris.




Chloe only has a limited time where she can be by herself when she is awake.  She is normally up an hour and a half to two hours between her naps.  Of those 90-120 minutes she can only be put down about half the time before she starts crying.  This is me putting her down on the chair after playing with Caleb.




Caleb watching Cars.  Good ol’ G1 being put to good use.


Caris is finally awake 10:30 local time.


I think she enjoys the Ergo Baby.  It’s been a while since she’s been in there.


Good morning, Caris.


Rec center kids area.





Caris got stuck up there.  She refused to go down the slide.  And was too scared to climb down the stairs.


Maybe more age appropriate for Caris.



Mommy studying away.  The pool is made for small kids.  It was only knee deep for me at the deepest part. And Caleb could walk through almost the whole pool safely.


We need to get dressed.  Caris, you can take off your own clothes.








Caleb showing off a little too much.  We’re such mean parents.






Caris throwing a temper tantrum on the bounce house.


Five minutes later, she’s trying to climb up.  Caleb tries to help.



As sure as the sun will rise is almost as certain I am that Caris will pull her pants down.


And sure enough Caleb will follow her.



Caleb making himself comfortable with a stranger.


Our bus Caleb so loved.


Caris digging her new sunglasses.



Caleb doesn’t like the sand.  I don’t think he likes to get his feet dirty.  Strange boy.


Caleb & Caris on the tire swing.


Eating snacks on the beach.


What’s that?


“Pretzel for you, Daddy”


Playing with sand.


Just hanging around.


Spaghetti for dinner.  Yum!



Our last night here.  We have a bit of packing to do.


Mommy has a paper to do though.


“Tiger Will Spray You” (Day 6)

This post was written on the day of.  However the internet was giving me the fits and did not want to upload.  So here it is 4 days late.

I feel accomplished today.  This is a day where Caris did not strip in public.  Oh wait.  She did at the playground.  Never mind.  On to some pictures.

Getting breakfast ready. 



We’re going to the zoo.  We’re going to the zoo.  Here we’re waiting for the shuttle bus to take us to the entrance.


The zoo at the resort isn’t very big.  They have a few tigers, and then a smaller area with some more animals.  Here is us looking at the tigers.  The shuttle bus driver warned us not to get to close to them.  They like to “spray” people, meaning they like to pee on you.  Let’s stay back away from the fence.

Caris, I said stay back!





The other part of the “zoo” is across the way.


The zoo here is quite sad.  The animals here are not in the greatest of habitats and not in the greatest of shape.  Them LA Zoo and San Diego Zoo animals are spoiled.  Here’s a crocodile that’s lost it’s desire to eat small children.


All these animals are around and says this.  “There’s a tire!” – Caleb




We could literally touch this one if we wanted to.  And if we didn’t mind losing a finger or two.





There were peacocks and peahens in a cage.  I think the peacocks at the LA Arboretum have a better life.


Of course, somehow, this peacock escaped and got on top of the cage.  It’s just chilling on top looking for food.


Bananas and watermelons for lunch.


Baby chicks.


Walking back to our shuttle bus stop.


Caris likes the water.


After their nap, I needed to go shopping for some more baby wipes.  Of course there’s that huge playground in the mall next to it.  Today, Caleb was brave to climb the structure himself.  Not all the way to the top, but at least he was able to go.


Caris wanted to join him, but she was too small.



Watching a video together.


Tropical buffet night.  Yum.


Bonus pictures:

I’ve been checking my security camera everyday, and the cats have not moved.  Every time I check, they are in the same place on the couch.  They could be dead for all I know except I did see Tommy stretch tonight.  So he’s at least partially alive.

Two days ago.




Their positions never change.  They are in those 2 spots day or night. Hope our fish are still alive.

Alcohol + White People = Party (Day 5)

Caris started stripping for us early this morning.  As soon as we got out the house.  This stripping theme will be a recurring them today.  Her outfit was conducive to her stripping.




We had our breakfast buffet today.  It was delicious.  We’ve been eating quite a few buffets since we’ve gotten here.  The price is pretty good for most of them, and we don’t have to pay for the kids.  But the best thing about buffets is that we don’t have to wait for food to feed our children.  For some reason they have lots of ants in their pants.


We decided to go swimming after breakfast.  Of course a breakfast buffet, we needed a little downtime before we got in the pool.  Time to relax at the beach.  Or at least try with our kids climbing all over us.





Caris likes to play with the sand.  She was dumping handfuls on us.


Chloe likes to sleep on mommy or daddy.  This is another recurring theme.  In fact that’s pretty much where she lives most of the day.


Time for the pool.  Caris needs to get dressed into her swimsuit first…  After she gets undressed first.



Caleb loves the water.  He’s like a little fish.  I think he spent more time under than above.


Room service for lunch.


We found this at during our trip to Walmart last night.


Caleb & Caris are still on LA time.  They nap until 6pm local time, which means it’s dark after their nap.  The playground is open all day though.  And has lights.  Good enough for me.










Stripping again.  So easy.  Just so easy.


I’ve been to quite a few weddings, mostly which are of Chinese people.  A lot of the times there’s a dance floor at the reception, and here’s what I’ve noticed about dancing, at least the weddings I’ve been too.  No one dances.  Not unless you have alcohol and white people.  You can have white people and no alcohol, and there’s no dancing.  You can have alcohol and just Chinese people, and there’s no dancing.  But put the two together, and you have a perfect combination.

Country Western Night at our resort is an all you can eat, all you can drink buffet.  And there’s a dance floor in the middle.  What do you get when you mix white people and alcohol (all you can drink alcohol).  A party.  These are mostly old people here, but they were having a blast line dancing nonetheless.  Having a blast with the beer drinking contest.



Caleb was completely fascinated with the show.  Caris was focused on her food.


We missed the bull riding competition.


Caleb has been scared of balloons ever since they started popping at the Mexican Fiesta night.  Caris just doesn’t care about the sound, and likes balloons.