My favorite part of our recent trip to Disneyland was the morning after.
2 little sing-song voices chattered endlessly about all they'd seen the day before. A scary roller coaster. A startling Nemo sub ride. Flying elephants. Princesses, Toys, and Santa dancing in the streets. A castle lit up. Snow falling on Main Street. All of it retold to me at the side of my hotel bed at 6am, when the girls rose, giddy with excitement for our second day at the park.
I knew we were in for an exciting day when even the ads on the buses and the fountains of hotels we passed on the drive made them shriek in delight.
Disneyland is epic to a 2 year old and 4 year old. The crowds are invisible. The magic every bit real.
I am sore, exhausted, and drained...but I have never been more grateful.
If only it could always be this easy to make them smile, to be together, to render them awestruck.
We went to Disneyland with Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Joni, Uncle Jim, and cousins Reese and Samantha. Norah (4) pictured here hugging her cousin, Sammie (4).
Avery and I took a picture of Dad and Norah aboard Dumbo : )
Grandma and Grandpa took the girls on this raging roller coaster : ) Avery doesn't seem too happy!
We snuck Mickey souvenirs into the girls' car seats as a big surprise before our long trip home. And 5 minutes later...
Disneyland inspired Norah's recent art collection: Mickey (created the first day home from our trip).