So many of our friends have been going to Disneyland lately that I was feeling a bit left out. I talked to Mike & realized that getting him to agree to a trip there was about as likely as my being crowned the Queen of England, so I took matters into my own hands and scheduled a trip for me and the kids. I was excited that my sister Michelle agreed to go with me. It was more fun for me AND she was a total lifesaver, not to mention a really good sport! We went one day, stayed in a hotel that night and drove home the next day. It was a lot of fun, but there definetly is a reason daddys need to go to Disneyland, such as:
-To carry tired children around when they're pooped.
-To hold up beastly huge children that can't see the castle during the fireworks show. (I think Michelle lost two inches just trying to keep Kiernan up.)
-To climb all the way up the Tarzan Tree House, while mommy's rest peacfully at ground level.
-To drive home extremely exhaused mommys & kids who had a little too much fun and stayed up a little too late the night before.
Yes folks, she did it again. This time I started saving my money early, and scheduled in a decent dinner so that I wouldn't get bitter. It's a good thing, apparently the cost of glitter has gone UP! I think we will be seeing this every time we go.