Had to get away...to Disneyland! The happiest place on earth! You can call me the cheesiest person on earth but I actually believe that. I am not a cynical, every-thing-here-costs-too-much attender of Disney, I am a full-fledged, I-believe-in-magic, roller-coaster riding, character-seeing Disney enthusiast!! The place really is magic. The magic that you see in your child's eyes as she sees Tinkerbell face to face or as she is asking us to look at every single dancing doll on "It's a Small World". My a-ha moment is this: Caroline squeals in delight when she meets Ariel or when she is getting soaked on Splash Mountain. Woody and I then make eye contact over the top of her head, and without saying a word we know exactly what the other one is thinking, "This is why we came here, this is why you use your hard-earned cash to buy tickets, souvenirs, another stuffed animal (yes, another one!). At that moment, we feel like good parents. And we can't wait until Cooper gets old enough to go himself, it's a Christmas morning feeling that I feel when I see her eyes sparkle at fireworks or dance in a character parade. So there it is, we hit DisneyLand in Anaheim, California with enough zeal to start our on fireworks show, now let me give you some details.
|Caroline, me, Angie, and Olivia riding teacups. Woody doesn't do Teacups!|
|Woody and Caroline catching a breather outside Roger Rabbit in Toontown.|
Of course, it wouldn't be us if the last night in California just went off free and easy. We get back to hotel and see lots of young teenage boys in baseball uniforms. Our hotel is hosting all the teams in the 13 year old Pony League World Series. Four teams from the USA and one team each from Mexico and the Bahamas. Let me tell you something about 13 year old boys, they are loud at the pool. Here I am again, 10:30 at night (we have to get up the next morning at 4:30 a.m sharp) listening to "MARCO" , and the response, "POLO". I dreamed about it AFTER I went to sleep around midnight. That's OK. Tomorrow I was leaving on a jet plane to sweet home Alabama and my sweet, jolly Cooper!
So that's it. That's our summer adventure, 2010. The kind of vacation that you need a vacation from...oh wait, that's true with all of them, isn't it?