Since I'm a dorkfish and forgot to take my camera to Disney one of the days, this post will be missing some pictures.
Sasha. Loves. Disneyland. Her favorite ride? The teacups. (Look to the bottom left of the picture to see the look of pure joy on her face).
Sadly we didn't get to see the World of Color show. I was so bummed!!! Our first day at Disney the girls were too exhausted to stick around for two more hours since we had gotten to the park when it opened. The second day at Disney we didn't get over to California Adventure in time and had no idea you either had to be there before the park closed or had to have a Fast Pass. This would have been good to know. The final night at Disney we got over to the park with plenty of time to spare, did some fun rides, picked out a spot and took the girls on King Triton's carousel to kill some time
Needless to say I was completely bummed and the long, slow walk out of the park was not a fun one. Definitely not the feeling I like to have when leaving the happiest place on earth. This feeling was only made worse by the fact that I kept getting cut off (I was pushing the stroller) and separated from the rest of our group. Hey guess what people, people with strollers are people too and we want to get the heck out of the park just like you do! I know you see that open space in front of me as prime real estate for moving two feet ahead of the rest of the pack but do you realize why I leave that little bit of space in front of me? Well in my attempts to be polite I have left that space open to avoid ramming into your ankles when the crowd in front of us stops or changes direction. After the 5th time I was cut off I was through being nice. You want to cut in front of me then stop suddenly with no warning? Fine by me, just wipe that crusty off your face when I slam into your ankles and cause your flip flops to fall off.
See what I mean? One is NOT supposed to leave Disneyland feeling this way!
Sasha and her cousin had a great time. Since both are currently the only child I think the realities of a constant companion for a week began to ware on them just a bit. But Sasha was still sad when Mcartny got out of the car at the airport to fly home with her mom instead of riding in the car with us. Or maybe it was just the thought of being stuck in the car for the next 5 hours with her boring parents. Who knows.