Back to Disneyland...Again!

Wednesday was Disneyland Annual Pass renewal (and upgrade!!!!!) day in the McClain house this week. It was also the day following the Detroit Tigers playing in Anaheim, which would be an insignificant fact, had Mommy not conned a friend of hers into taking her to the game. Ahhh, the joy of going out unfettered by a toddler and having a great old time screaming her fool head off and watching baseball. Fun. Not fun? Waking up early after that. Know what though? You can't resist getting up when this little fella is the one who pokes you, looking like this and says, "Mommy, come ON, it's time to go!" Seriously, Bryon knew what he was doing sending that kid in, didn't he? Like I could roll over and go back to sleep after this cutie-pie tugged on my sleeve. And you guys didn't even hear the little plead in his voice or see the little face. Ugh. Eh. I recovered. There were roller coasters to ride. That's right folks. Last time, Collin's little head just grazed the, 32" post, which meant he could safely ride; well, except when earthquakes prevent us from riding just as we're about to board. Stupid earthquakes. Anyway, this time, his head was waaaaaay past the post. How quickly they grow. So, we got in line where Collin promptly went all squinty-eyed in the sun. One of these days, he'll learn that sunglasses aren't just fun toys to pretend to wear. One of these days, I'm sure of it.

And, finally the moment of truth: boarding the first roller coaster. Did he like it? I'm not sure. He didn't cry. He didn't scream. He didn't laugh either. He made a face that was similar to shock but not so different from, "whoa this is kind of interesting." He hasn't talked about it, other than to say that it was fast. So, who knows? He was pretty darn excited about riding it though, huh?

I think the teacups may be his favorite though, especially now that he's finally figured out how to spin the center wheel. Yes, the center wheel, otherwise known as the vomiter, the thing I've refused to teach him, has been deduced. Damn. Oh well. He looks happy, right? He kept yelling, "This is fun! This is fun! This is fun!" You'll note who refuses to partake in the fun of the teacups. It isn't because he likes to take pictures; it's because he hurls. Still, we could throw the kid on every ride in the park, what do you think he likes best of all? Yeah, that's my boy. And, now we have zillions less blackout days than we did last year; so, who's coming to visit and when do you want to come to Disneyland with us?