As you saw from this post here and here, as well as the 6,000 Instagram pics I sent out, we went to Disney this past weekend. We visited Seaworld (which was a fail due to one overtired boy) and to the Very Merry Christmas party on Monday night. Here are some of my favorite (and not so favorite) moments…
Watching Molly’s face the first time she saw the castle all lit up and sparkling away. Can you beat a four year old seeing the real castle all lit up?
Brady waving at the little people at, “It’s a Small World.” Those are his people! And they’re his size!
That same boy getting a real, talking, “Jake and the Neverland Pirates” sword and bringing it on every ride. It even came in the bathroom with us.
Not having to bring a diaper bag or changing diapers on yucky changing tables. They’re both potty trained!
Molly getting to be the salt shaker in a little play with Belle the princess herself. And getting introduced as “Princess Molly…who is going to be five in February.” That had to be mentioned.
Watching the parade and hearing, “Ho ho ho!” in the distance and my kids acting like they were at a Madonna concert in NYC.
Lost. Their. Minds.
Fireworks that are so loud little kids need to plug their ears.
The double stroller rentals at Disney. Best money spent. Those things corner like they are on rails.
Dragging your overtired three year old by the arm and putting him in his stroller. Hard. Then ignoring him while he screams and people stare. It is possibly to not like your kids that much sometimes.
That same child locking himself in the hotel room for 15 minutes. Have you tried to shout through a metal door at a screaming three year old and explain how to unlock something? Not. Fun.
British men in jean capri pants. Really?
Disco balls in a McDonald’s play place. Party!
Shorts shorts on a lot of women that should not be wearing them. I mean up your bum ones. Talk about chafing.
People riding Rascals while eating turkey legs and drinking a beer. I would hate America, too, if I was a tourist.