This is Catie.
Our cousin Catie.
Our wonderful, gorgeous, generous-to-a-fault, sweet, cousin Catie... who just happens to live minutes away from Disneyland and not far from the beach.
When Catie heard about our unfortunate last minute, Mexico vacation cancellation, she said,
Hey why don't you guys come over and stay at my condo.
Really, Catie? Do you know how many kiddos we have? Are you aware of the boogie and melt-down issues? The teenagers?
Maybe what she should have said was,
Hey why don't you guys come to my place like a tornado, ransack my condo for a few days, scare my cats and my neighbors, eat all my candy, use all the hot water, wake me up way too early, pound up and down the stairs no less than 608 times, sleep on every horizontal surface available, and leave copious amounts of dirty linens in your wake.
The aforementioned tornado reference wasn't an exaggeration.
We're nominating cousin Catie for sainthood.
(Pics to come. We're having a GREAT time!)