We're back! I briefly thought about stretching my 31 for 21 posts into November with the argument that as our kids will eventually get there in their own time, so too, will I. But that was too nauseatingly sweet so I'll just acknowledge defeat and shuffle on.
SOOOO so so much to share. To make this readable, I'll break it up but here are the highlights: my three long time readers will recall previous trips back to Cali were disasters - 12+ hours in the airport terminal disasters [painfully chronicled
here,
here, &
here]. This time Matt flew with us both ways and did we have to wait? Did we have to share a row with random strangers? Did
ANYTHING go wrong? No, no, and no. Both flights in & out were half empty and my daughter even
slept on the way home. Shocking luck. Matt takes full credit for the universe's goodwill and out of gratitude I'm stifling the little bit of hate I feel toward him because of it.
Also, we did go to Disney and the
special access pass was well, well worth it. It was a little weird sometimes, stepping in front of everyone else waiting with their impatient children, but I managed to stifle the guilt because
wheee! Rides! My girl did AWESOME. The first two (very kiddie-level) rides terrified her & I steeled myself for a long day but she then decided the stars in Peter Pan might be a leettle bit pretty, so she let go of my neck and looked around. We went on Dumbo next and she smiled at the elephants and the breeze. She
loved every single ride to follow - giggling and "whee-ing" thru even the Haunted House and Autopia.
In requesting the special access pass, the gal ("cast member"?) asked "What my concerns were." That stumped me for a minute. My concerns? Are endless. I assume you're asking about my concerns for
today? You mean apart from having to wait in line holding a wiggly 35# child who hasn't yet grasped the finer points of delayed gratification? In fairness, I've thought about it since and couldn't come up with a better way of asking - "What's wrong with your kid" might rub a few the wrong way.
Fabulous Aunt Mary came to Disney with us and took over 300 pictures with her fancy camera - steel yourself, will start working them in shortly. Related: her photos and the photos my SIL sent today from our anniversary night out, both taken with very very nice SLRs, make me look about 20 years older than necessary. I believe the maximum megapixel count has now been reached and they will soon start marketing "fuzzier" cameras for the over 35 crowd. Isn't there a tech-y/economic term for exceeding human tolerances? I'll concede my "normal" might consist solely of sleep-deprived, not-yet-caffeinated, pre-dawn lipstick applications in my rear view mirror but there will nonetheless be Picture Culling prior to posting. The underwater blue light in the Finding Nemo Submarine was particularly horrific.
To tide you over in the meantime, here are a couple from my softer, gentler, not as fancy camera:
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| ye olde Ice Cream Buzz |
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| Kiddie crack |
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| The e'er Fabulous, Auntie M. |
