The Happiest Place on Earth

Bryon and I broke down and each sold a kidney so we could afford season passes to Disneyland. We figured that since we live in California right now and because Collin is currently at the "gets in for free price," now would be a good time to do it. When the kid turns three and we'll have to sell a lung to afford his ticket too, and he'll also be subsequently old enough to remember all the trips to the park, we'll likely forgo the whole thing. Or not, it's pretty fun.

The day starts with deciding how much to bring and then realizing, too late, that we didn't bring enough. We had enough crackers, enough sippy cups and enough pacifiers (yes, I know we're giving them up--but it's Disneyland!!!); but we packed poorly.

This time, the little guy, who hasn't messed through his diaper once in his entire 17 months of life decided to completely wet through a diaper and pair of shorts and my choices were to let him roam around Disneyland pants less or buy him new clothes. Since we aren't hillbillies, I bought him new clothes. The closest shop was one that sold only rompers that said, "I smell trouble," across the front and "Trouble below deck," printed on the rear...classy.

This trip's highlight for Collin was probably the new Nemo adventure. He plastered his little hands to the submarine window and didn't exhale until the ten minute ride was over. The trip's highlight for Mommy was that during our nice sit down dinner after we left the park, he had a meltdown and wanted only and wanted to be snuggled to sleep. I can't recall the last time he wanted to be snuggled all the way to la-la land. He might have been still in utero. You might call him a bit independent.

So, we'll be using out passes on as many non-blackout days as we can, if only to get potential snuggle hugs at the end of the day and to try to cement a few fleeting flashes of memories into Collin's head. Hopefully, when he's ten and begging us to go to Disneyland we can tell him he's already been.