Knotts Berry Farm. Have you been there? Kind of like a giant giant Lagoon. We took a stage coach ride. The girls were up on top. Got a shot of Samuel looking up at us. So, the thing got stuck. The horses couldn't make it up a hill. A bunch of people had to come push us.
This is how Samuel rides the roller coasters most of the time. Hands high and a giant smile.
Recognize these burgers? Karl happens to be a huge fan of this place.
Animal style no onions extra pickles.
Cheese, onions.
No cheese, pickles.
No onions, no pickles.
We all like them different. We are all happy with our burgers. The animal style fries were a little too much. Plain from here on out. They are only good for the first five minutes.
Neopolitan shakes all around.
We went here 3 times as opposed the 7 times we went the last time we went to Carlsbad. Sorry arteries. Good thing we don't have one close (yet). But maybe once we get one it will be like the IKEA phenomenon. Once we get our own it won't be so unique and desirable. I will still love it but I won't feel such an urgency to get my fill every time I visit.
Much to the kids disappointment (and me because of the actual journey), it was time to start the journey home. We found a tasty Persian place for lunch. I don't have much experience with Persian food but turns out, it is all stuff I love... hummus, kababs, pita, gyro type meat... yum.
Okay, that bottle? Let me just say that it is not apple juice. Samuel couldn't wait. Seemed like a good idea but I get paranoid that he has discovered a whole new world of peeing. Poor Lindsay, they let us stay at her house and Samuel takes his new found fascination and decides that the corner next to the toilet is much more exciting than the actually toilet. The punk! Gross. Karl and I felt so bad. I can't even count how many times he has asked to pee in a bottles since then. Nope. Sorry buddy.
Asked Malea, my St. George friend, via e-mail where we could grab a tasty bite for lunch. She didn't let us down with a great comprehensive list. We walked in to her choice number one and I realized that I had been there long long long ago when I was about 15 with my friend, Kris Tina. Man food makes such a big impression on me. Like I twittered, their ice was the best ice ever. Super crushed. Evan better than Sonics nuggets.
Okay, I have mentioned that Karl has a lot of cousins, right? They are all so nice. Some other Vegas cousins invited us over for a BBQ. The kids had so much fun playing. The girls wrote songs and performed them. Eva was a judge (uh, whose parents watch American Idol?) and a tiger. The funny part was the songs they wrote:
Dreams by Emily
Everything Can Happen by Eva
Sound so inspirational right? Nope.
Dreams was about how people think a dream coming true will make their day but she wishes on a star and it doesn't come true.
Everything Can Happen was about the magic tigers in the jungle and the cry babies growling and that they are mean because, well, everything can happen in the jungle.
So funny these sweet little girls were writing such sad songs.
And now, the whole trip is finally documented...