Postcard from the Peas: Disneyland
We are home from our whirlwind vacation to Disneyland.
I am so happy and so exhausted.
But I’m also excited to share a few iPhone photos from our trip and a few observations. Lower your safety harnesses and hold onto your hats and glasses!
(Disclaimer: no expectant mothers, individuals with heart conditions or children under 42 inches should read this post.)
Four days of walking overtakes age appropriateness when it comes to willingness to ride in strollers. You could be 5. Or 7. Or 36.
Age appropriateness is also irrelevant when it comes to hugging people dressed as cartoon characters. Or giving them “high fours.”
Six kids (our two + our friends’ four) is a lot. Period. But six kids in Disney is unfathomable excitement and joy. How could you not want to be in the middle of that? Only with a heart of stone, I tell you.
Lulu doesn’t like Splash Mountain. She’s the only one, obviously.
There is a Starbucks in California Adventure. And for that reason I am alive today.
Some places you simply don’t feel ridiculous eating a massive, juicy pickle in front of a large crowd of people. Daily.
The new CARSland is amazing.
Lulu REALLY doesn’t like Tower of Terror. At all. And I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like me anymore either.
Ice cream tastes 10 million times better when consumed on a parade route.
Disneyland is just plain spectacular. But the truly Happiest Place on Earth is anywhere I am with my precious girls and my sweet husband.
And a Starbucks.