When I was a little girl, my grandparents used to take us to dinner at Knotts for their famous chicken and biscuits. This was long before the many rides that make up the park now. We would have dinner and stroll around ghost town.
I still love the chicken. But they have so much more to enjoy and I’m glad that I can take my girls too.
We are so excited to be invited to the second annual Spring festival called Knotts Berry Bloom that starts April 12th and goes until April 27th.
In this Spring festival they will have many attractions like:
The Ghost Town Boysenberry Festival where guests can wine, dine, and buy boysenberry inspired products throughout the windings streets of the Old West.
The Original Roadside Boysenberry Stand from Walter & Cordelia Knott’s will be recreated, from which guests can purchase authentic boysenberry plants and preserves.
Boysenberry inspired gourmet food and wine offeringsfrom around the world.
Krazy Kirk and the Hillbillies country comedy show in front of the Birdcage Theater.
Peanuts Party in the Park with more Peanuts characters, and tons of fun surprises in Charleston Circle.
Easter Beagle’s ENORMOUS Egg Hunt
Big Boardwalk Games
Salsa Dancing in Fiesta Village
I’ll be there with my family posting pictures on instagram! I haven’t told the girls that I’m taking them. It will be a surprise for my two oldest.
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I wrote this post a couple of months ago but am finally sharing it here. I think I just needed some time to pass first.
I’ve been a slacker blogger lately. With good intentions of starting 2014 with a bang and write write write. But there’s a story that needs to be told and I’m just now coming off of the feelings I had all around it. And then my url expired and I had some difficulties getting it renewed. #bloggerproblems
About two months ago, I was toiling away at work, writing reports and analyzing budgets, when Marco called. I answered with a light “Hey There,” excited to hear his voice for a few minutes and escape the doldrums of work. My heart stopped when I heard the crying and he said…
“You need to come home. Something is wrong with Ema.”
I quickly hung up and simultaneously messaged my sister and called my parents. My parents answered first and were quickly on their way to pick me up from the office. It’s times like this that being a one-car family is a pain in the ass challenge.
I messaged Marco, “I’m on my way.”
“It’s her arm,” he messaged back.
“She fell on it.”
I felt a little relieved. Her arm. Probably a sprain. A couple of x-rays. An ace bandage. No big deal. Right?
Please let her be ok. I prayed.
We got to the ER. And within an hour of when Marco called me, we were in triage.
Ema whimpered during most of the preliminary exam. While we waited I hugged her and sang to her. I went through my arsenal of songs, trying to calm and distract her.
Of course, she needed x-rays to look for a break. Ema was not happy about that at all. I was able to hold her on the table as the techs worked together to quickly and accurately get the images. She wailed the whole time.
By the time we got back to the exam room, she was inconsolable. I tried to talk to her and rock her. She finally screamed at me, Sing Twinkle, Twinkle!!! My heart melted. Throughout the rest of the ordeal, that’s what I did to help her feel better. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
The doctor showed me the images and confirmed what we all suspected. That there was a break. She said that the orthopedist would review the images and determine if surgery would be needed.
A nurse came in and put a soft splint on her elbow. She cried the whole time. And I wanted to cry along with her.
I asked my mom to go home and take care of the other girls so that Marco could come and join me. Ema was asking where’s my daddy?
And truthfully, I needed him there too.
When he arrived, I had to break the news to him. She needs surgery. Pins in her elbow.
The orthopedic surgeon (the real kind, not the tv mama kind) returned and he explained again in detail with Marco there. He was very kind and answered all of our questions. He said that he had a 3yo son and if he were in the same situation he would go ahead with the surgery.
Because we wanted to give her the best chance for her arm to be healed, she was scheduled for surgery that very evening. She was admitted to the hospital and we waited with her for the operating room to be free. I sat on her hospital bed and cradled her in my arms as they wheeled us on the gurney from the ER to the OR prep area. I sat holding her and singing to her and held her little hands. I was brave because I needed her to feel brave too.
Marco was so worried. And more than that, he totally blamed himself. She and Sara were climbing on the couches and Ema fell. He was the one home. Of course it was not his fault at all. But to see him feel so horribly guilty just tore me up.
She’s going to be ok.
It’s not your fault.
When it was time, I handed Ema over to a nurse. We walked out to the waiting area hand in hand. Giving each other strength. My sister got there, bringing me some comfortable clothes and shoes. I was still in my work clothes.
The surgery took about 45 minutes. We got a quick bite since I hadn’t eaten anything but a piece of toast early that morning. It wasn’t long before the orthopedic surgeon came out to tell us that the surgery went great. We were so relieved.
We spent that night in the hospital with her. Me in the bed holding her, and Marco on the pullout bed. Just down the hall from the room where we stayed nearly three years ago when they were born.
She wore a soft cast for a week until the swelling went down.
We chose a festive red hard cast the following week in time for Christmas. She couldn’t care less about the color or the stickers she received from the nurse.
She got lots of TLC over the next weeks while she healed.
Each trip to the surgeon’s office brought lots of tears and protest.
“No more pictures of my bones!!”
Seven weeks later, she was declared healed. Perfectly. The bones lined up just as they should.
She’s still a little whiney and got used to being coddled a little more.
But we’re fine with that.
As long as the twins keep themselves healthy and whole from now on.
Who has some bubble wrap?
As time has passed since I wrote this, Ema is no longer a lefty and is pretty much her normal self. But she did become a mama’s girl after that.
Oh hi. Here I am.
My blog was *poof* gone. But I’m back now. A little bit of administrative oopsies.
So it’s been a while. I have a post in the wings that will go up very soon. But for now I thought I’d play a little catch up.
I’m still working on that “lifestyle change.” But on the bright side, I’m managing my anxiety a lot better.
I stopped going to individual counseling because I really wasn’t getting a whole lot out of it and I was anxious about missing work to go to the appointments. So, that was kind of missing the point. I may start the group therapy class.
I haven’t decided yet.
What will really help is if I actually commit to move my ass and relieve anxiety with physical activity. I can do that. I really need to do that.
It won’t hurt the physical health or the waistline either.
Lucky (or not so lucky depending on how you look at it) for us Southern California people, the weather has been mild or even hot during this “winter.” So I really have no excuse for being a couch potato. I just hope we don’t end up fighting each other for water and food because of this awful drought.
This past weekend my first baby turned 12 years old. It’s been a rough year. Especially since starting 6th grade. A lot of changes and turmoil physically and mentally. But amazingly, we are closer than ever. I love that she talks to me about everything. She’s a great kid.
My in-laws were in town over the weekend. And we had a nice celebration. I love when they visit because the babies get so happy to see their Tata and Abuelita and uncles. And Marco gets a boost of happy from being with his family. They’re pretty awesome. I got really lucky in the in-law draw.
In a couple of weeks, we’ll complete Isa’s birthday celebration with a trip to Disneyland. We are all looking forward to that. Gabi gets a little jealous when she’s not the center of attention, but I’m sure a trip to Disneyland, even if it is for her sister, will bring a smile to her face.
Last night, I had to update the twins’ audition photo. And I realized that we had no good picture of the two of them that could be used for this purpose. So we had to scramble to get one taken. Getting them to stand or sit side by side, both of them looking at the camera proved to be nearly impossible. After an hour of trying, we finally got a usable one. One out of at least 100 shots. Here’s my favorite outake. They were giggling like crazy in this one.
To my babies on their third birthday,
I didn’t think I’d be having any more kids after Isa and Gabi. And then your daddy came into my life. And I thought, ok, MAYBE one more. Maybe…
Little did I know then, that we would be doubly blessed.
Born less than a year after the death of your great grandmothers on both sides, you girls have their strong and spunky spirits in you, as well as their names
. You’ve made our family complete and have brought us such joy.
A day doesn’t go by where we aren’t amazed by the things you say and do. You bring happiness to all around you.
Happy birthday, Ema and Sara. You are so loved.