We surprised the boys this past weekend with a trip to Disneyland. We told them we were going to a park (that just happened to be a 5 hour drive away), and then we just walked up to the gates. I asked Carter to read the sign to make sure we had found the right spot.
This is a picture of them just after they figured it out.
Disneyland with a 4 month old sounds rough, but Crew was a sport.
He slept in the stroller (through TWO fireworks shows),
accepted alternative methods of eating when we lost his spoon,
and even went on some of the rides with us.
Most of all, he loved hanging out with his brothers.
Thanks to Matt’s planning prowess, we hardly spent any time waiting in lines, and when we did, Crew and/or Matt entertained us.
When they got REALLY antsy and my monkeys started climbing on every chain/fence/parent in sight,
we broke out the ipod and blackberry.
Our crazy boys love rollercoasters (Mac started going on Space Mountain when he was 3),
so we hit all of the big rides a bunch of times. Mac still loves Space Mountain, and Cart said Splash Mountain was his favorite. (I'll try to post the video of Cart on Splash Mountain tomorrow.) Should I be worried that they are thrill seekers at 4 and 6?
We made sure they went on some of the smaller rides too—at least anything that wasn’t “for babies” or remotely related to pink, purple, or princesses (per Mac's request).
Of course, we went on Pirates of the Carriage of the Beans (Mac’s term) 5 times, and Carter figured out on the fifth time that none of the pirates are real. We perfected our pirate scowls . . .
The boys put their game faces on for a head-to-head with their dad on the Buzz Lightyear ride. Despite his attempt to take it easy on them, he still won.
Carter became a certified Jedi Padawan at the Jedi Training Camp.
Next time, he hopes to be tall enough to fight Darth Maul. He was AWESOME!
After our last Star Tours ride, Carter and Mac built their own Darth Maul/Obi Wan double-bladed light sabers, and I got my first Star Wars shirt.Hey, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!
Amazingly enough, they still had TONS of energy after all that walking and the wild rides, so we let them expend their extra energy on Pirate Island every day, and the scallywags had a great time exploring.
In Fantasy Land, I watched people walking around with big old medieval-style turkey legs for two days before I went in search of one for myself.
Matt said I looked like a barbarian with a hunk of meat, but after he and the boys tasted mine, they got one for themselves too. They were delicious—and probably the reason Mac threw up in the car 5 minutes before we got to church the next day. He said he really didn’t want to go to a new primary; guess I should have taken him seriously.
We played until they dropped, which on the last night was 11:35 p.m.
In the end, Carter declared that his favorite thing at Disneyland was the shooting range that costs $0.50.
We had a GREAT time! Kudos to Matt for planning the trip and taking such good care of all of us! Only Manly men push double strollers and wear Baby Bjorns at the same time. I got a good one!
