We'd had it on the calendar for a couple of weeks. We wanted to get in before Halloween passed to see the big caterpillar eating the giant candy corn.
We love Disneyland during the holidays.
When we go, Ross works a half day and we leave at 1 or so. Both my girls had school and I ended up booking a baby shoot that morning. And we planned on loading up and taking off afterwards. But just like most things that require more than a safe upright walk, all of the bending over and squatting and getting up required during the shoot... after rushing around cleaning up my house before the shoot--- left my back WORKED. I felt the pressure of a thousand pounds in a three inch radius in my lower back. And the distinct sensation of a knife up and down my left leg. It was nice. I walked like an old, overweight penguin.
I was so bummed that I was going to be so uncomfortable walking around Disneyland, and hopeful that the drive there would give it a rest. Possibly considering a wheel chair? Then Ross said... "why don't you just stay home and take the day to yourself and I'll take the girls?"
I didn't take him seriously at first. Felt too guilty. And then he insisted.
I love him. I love him I love him I love him I love him.*
(*Remember that diamond commercial? I always liked that part.)
And here's a tiny video... nothing really happens. I think Ross told them to dance--- Sophia dances and then asks if she can stop because she's obedient like that. Mila doesn't really choose to humor her dad except for one booty-shake that makes the whole video worth saving to me. :)