I don’t care who you are, when you watch your kids light up at Disneyland, your black heart is sure to turn gray, and if you’re lucky, it might go completely pink on you.
I didn’t really feel like fighting crowds, to be honest, or waiting in lines, or missing nap times, or paying for water, or getting sweaty feet. But. Buuuutttttt….
I’m a sucker for kids in Mickey Mouse hats.
Plus, Mom Select
(Hi, Natalie) and Disney PR invited some mommy bloggers to a “Family Media Day,” complete with park admission for four. So…what can I say? I wore Odor Eaters sprinkled with baby powder.
This Disney adventure taught me a lot about my kids. First of all, I saw firsthand the beautiful differences between the two. Booger enters moments and lets them drench her, Toots runs headlong right up to the moment’s edge, then pulls to a stop, looks down and decides not to jump.
Also, when Booger gets shy, she grabs her chin.
Also, no matter what I do, my kids look like starving pink hobos.
Still, they’re ding dang cute hobos.
I do realize that of the two, Toots is most like me. Here she is applying my life motto:
If someone’s not paying attention to you, grab ’em by the neck and choke the life out of them until they do.
I also learned a lot about myself on this trip. Number one: YOU DON’T KNOW EVERYTHING, SAN DIEGO MOMMA!
So, next time I’ll shut up when The Rock wants to take parade pictures, but I think photos without kids in them are boring and admonish him to focus on the people, not the parade, until I see the parade photos and think they’re actually not too bad and that I should shut up more often.
So all in all, Disneyland can teach you an awful lot about your family and yourself. Plus, I’m pretty sure with that heart thing I mentioned earlier, it’ll make you live a lot longer.
p.s. Disneyland tip from the goodness of my pink heart: Get there early! And if you’ve got little girls, I heartily recommend the Princess Fantasy Faire, where they can meet the princesses up close and personal.
p.p.s. Disneyland tip #2: If you’ve got kids under the age of 3, you might want to bring a portable napping chamber. Meltdowns aren’t the stuff dreams are made of.