hey family and friends, we just came back from a trip to...
DISNEYLAND!
We arrived in LAX in the afternoon and met Papa, Nana and the Taylor's at the hotel in Anaheim in the early evening. Julie was so excited to be near Disney that we had to go that very night! We are in line for a ride watching the fireworks show.
The next morning we were off to California Adventure Land! Drew and Alyssa had a blast getting each other wet!
Drew even drove a car for the first time!
but he loved the merry go round!

And he did brave some some pretty scary ones! That ferris wheel went up super high and it had a double action slide that sent the cart back and forth as well!
Papa was also nice enough to give him some fun rides of his own!
Julie liked the screamer so much she went for a third spin on her own! That ride was awesome! (btw, not me behind her, another frowning Asian! :))
Our little animal lover Drew's favorite ride of em all? Jungle Cruise of course! He must have rode it five or so times!part 2 of our trip was a visit to cousin Josh at Universal Studios and then to a 3 night cruise to Mexico with the Pfeifer Family reunion. to be continued... soon... we promise!






Today has been a very tough day on Cameron. I have decided to wean him. Actually, I've been trying to wean him for the last couple of weeks, but he is quite the boob guy and also quite the manupulator knowing how to break down mommy everytime. Because my plan of gradually reducing the amount of feedings isn't working, I'm going to try to go cold turkey during the day and see if I can get him to forget about the boob. So it is now 12:30pm and I haven't nursed him since 5am. He was fine up until it was time for his nap at 10 and then he started yanking at my shirt like a crazed child. I didn't give in and was able to divert his attention with a pasta picnic outside. At 11 though he had a complete melt down. I pumped and tried to give him a bottle (fyi...he hasn't taken the bottle whether it be my milk or formula since he was maybe 3 weeks old). He was fooled at first and sucked about an ounce of milk before he realized what I was doing. He then started crying even harder and pushing the bottle away. I just kept cuddling him and tell him that it was night-night time, trying the bottle here and there with no luck, until he finally gave up and fell asleep in my arms. Oh ya, I left out the fact that I had myself wrapped up like a sardeen and then a robe on top of that so he couldn't feel my skin or smell the milk. Please say some prayers for us that this transition goes smoothly and that I have the strength to stay with it. And if anyone has any helpfull hints, I would love to hear them. 
