Sophia's second time there. Ross' first as a dad. We've got season passes so we're committed. ;) And I'm glad----- I am. But it's kind of hard with the little one. MUCH easier with Ross there, but still a little hard with one that can't walk but is NOT always content in the jogger. It actually may have been just fine if Ross hadn't throw his back out upon arrival when lifting the jogger off the tram.
Don't get me wrong. It was Disneyland, and so it was magical. ESPECIALLY the parade. I LOVE that parade. And the ice cream. I LOVE eating ice cream at D-land. (But I had it set in my head to get some during the parade, and we hadn't had dinner yet, so after fighting my way through the crowds to find Ross and the girls holding three dripping, melting sundaes while everyone stared, I ate a huge sundae on an empty stomach and drove all the way home sick-- oops am I being negative again?). Anyway-- of course if I lived 20 minutes away, I might want to go weekly for a couple of hours in the afternoon. It is a pretty extraordinary place. But I think it's going to get a little bit better as Mila gets older and Sophia gets less afraid of all the super noisy, psychedelic rides (honestly, they didn't seem so freaky until I was sitting next to my already scared three-year-old, but they are REALLY trying to saturate your senses in those indoor ones.) Phew!
So here's a few pictures.