I wanted to pack up as much stuff as possible the night before, but my parents decided that all we needed to do was put in the car seats and load the big bags.
The mini van was more narrow than my SUV.
I was ready at 6am. They were ten minutes late. I could have slept in ten more minutes. Ok. Now I’ll drop it.
“Wow. You should go away more often. I’ve never seen your house this clean.” “You’ve never visited at breakfast before the tornadoes are loose.”
I can now cuss only in my mind while I struggle to strap boys into seats on a bench slightly too narrow.
Best line: “I think your son just got the clap.” My brother took them to the bathroom at a stop. “Tornado S laid his junk right on the urinal.” There is only so much theory teaching I can do. By the way, Friendly Giant, do you mind teaching them to shake too?
My boys are completely melodramatic. “My back hurts so much. I’m going to die.” “I’m so cold. I’m going to die.” “I’m so bored. I’m going to die.” “It’s so fluffy. I’m going to die.” (Their reference. Not mine.)
It’s totally weird to find yourself getting excited like a homecoming when you no longer live there.
Two story suite. A room with two queens and a crib for the boys and me. The hide-a-bed in the living room for The Friendly Giant. A loft room with a CA King for the parents.
Being a loft means there is a half wall at the head of the bed, overlooking the living room. Up popped a very blond head with sparkling eyes and a mischievous smile. My heart stopped.
And my dad laughed.
Mrs. Knott’s Fried Chicken.
Thanks to The Violinist for getting us discount tickets at Disneyland.
We would have been the first ones there except for the free breakfast. FREE breakfast.
First ride: Star Tours. I got the before and after interview on the Flip.
Thanks to the BFF for teaching me to snag Fast Passes and to hold them and snag when you can.
Both boys were tall enough for Star Tours, Space Mountain, Big Thunder Mountain Railroad.
I’m going to say this just once. *I* did not lose any boys on my watch, in my zone, no matter how many I had.
Tornado S decided he will never do again nor should the party do again Space Mountain, Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, The Haunted Mansion.
I found my new hobby. Building light sabers.
My family lacks communication when we are tired and hungry.
Nothing is more fun than the Buzz Lightyear ride with the boys.
To the jerk who stole a light saber from our stroller while we were in a ride, you suck. I hope karma kicks your ass.
So maybe leaving the park at dinner time *was* a good idea. I still didn’t have to like it.
S’more bark and the discussion on how we can make it at home.
Disneyland TWO DAYS IN A ROW.
Tornado E was just tall enough to do Indiana Jones. He freakin’ loved it!
He also bought a necklace. I call it creepy. He calls it Frank.
Tornado A loved The Tiki Room. And blue grass. Go figure.
When we’re not tired and hungry, my mom and I kick @ss as a team.
My dad and I left the park after lunch for “naps.” But Tornado A fell asleep as we walked to lunch. He slept through lunch. He was not interested in napping again. Far from it.
On the other hand, the older boys slept for an hour and half, and I had to wake them up.
Last ride on Star Tours, Tornado E was the rebel spy.
More souvenirs. Little things. I should have bought the boys more Star Wars cars.
The ice cream parlor was closed! WTH!
The fireworks were awesome as usual, but Tornado A prefered to snuggle up in my arms and ignore them.
Getting out of the park was a b*tch as usual.
The weekend was much too short.
I didn’t get to see the BFF.
Tornado E came down with a fever on the way home and blamed the Friendly Giant for turning on the AC and making him sick.
I slept so very much. Jane Eyre can’t be that boring.
Now that I think about it. I should have bought more. They have a website, right?