My camera case smells like jambalaya. (The camera thankfully does not.)

How come my kids all have to eat at 8am, 11am, 3pm, and 6pm but their bladders are programmed to work 5 minutes apart? Or just long enough for me to pull back onto the interstate and see "Next Exit 32 miles"?

There is nothing funnier than watching Kelly do the chicken dance. Unless it's Greg and his brother Patrick competing at Dance Dance Revolution. (Yes, I have pictures!)

The Magic Kingdom really is the Happiest Place on Earth but only if it's 76 degrees, before it gets crowded and with a babysitter and a full diaper bag of bottled water and fruit snacks. When it's 97 degrees with more people than a small European country, the babysitter back at hotel with napping Kelly, and an empty diaper bag, Hell begins to look like Club Med...

Em and Ally should not be let loose in a Disney store with Daddy. Kids, you're eating raman noodles for the rest of the month. *winks*

Meeting internet friends is so cool. I hope I can meet all of you someday! Even if it has to be in the presence of alligators eating dead chickens.

Kyle thinks we stayed at a "Show and Tell".

We have 30 of the McDonald Teenie Beanie Bears but not a full set of 12.

Zach's 7 years old! And the awe on his face at watching the Magic Kingdom firework show at the end of day makes me misty.

17 hours is a long time to be driving. We pulled into our driveway at 1 this morning. But sleeping on our california king pillow top mattress and down comforter (with lipstick stains...) was so worth it.