Adelaide walks out of the bathroom and into the living room and grabs a new outfit from the pile of laundry I’m folding.
Adelaide: I’m going to wear something else.
Mommy: What happened to your old outfit?
Adelaide: It got a little wet.
Mommy: Did you put it in the laundry basket?
Mommy: So it’s not on the floor of the bathroom?
Adelaide: It’s not on the floor of the bathroom.
Adelaide: Oh, I’m not telling the truth. (Heads to the bathroom.) How did you know?
We took the day off to go to Disneyland with some friends a couple of weeks ago. We didn’t realize was that the park would be open 24 hours that day. Needless to say, the park was full, and more people showed up by the hour. But we still had a fun time. We got there around 11 and stayed until 8 or 9.
Our friends discovered on the tram ride that their passes were blocked out that day (sad face) so they upgraded their passes so they could hang out with us (happy face). I took some pictures of Adelaide and Augie while they figured out their options at the ticket booth.
(Shortly after these photos, Augie fell and bumped his head on the concrete. As usual.)
The fun part about busy days is that you end up doing things that you don’t usually do. We rode the Mark Twain. We rode the Storybook boat – which Kyle and I found extra enjoyable this time. We rode Casey Jr. and the teacups. We went to California Adventure and did some rides in A Bug’s Land. Then we went to the woodsy playground area over in California Adventure and let the kids run around while the adults sat and talked.
I guess Adelaide wasn’t too excited about taking a picture.
Oh, we also rode the rockets. Look how busy it is in the background.
(That’s our friends’ daughter sitting with Adelaide and Kyle in the rocket.)
One thing we didn’t get to do…well, two things: We didn’t get to do the Frozen Sing-a-Long – it was full by the time we got there, 10 minutes early. And we didn’t get to see World of Color, which our friends have never seen. It was just too crowded, and by sunset, we were all pretty tired.
When we left, the park was more packed than ever, and there was a line of cars backed up from the parking garage onto the freeway offramp of people just arriving for the overnighter. We were glad to be making our escape.
Until next time, Disneyland…
Kyle’s working on our garage, which means a bunch of our old stuff is out on the patio, which means the kids are getting into a bunch of our old stuff.
Augie’s been bringing me pictures all evening.
Here are a couple from when we went to Disneyland with my Dad six years ago.
– I was about 5 months pregnant with Adelaide in these pictures. Now I’m about 5 months pregnant with our third kid! And we’re going to Disneyland tomorrow.
– My dad bought us Disneyland passports, which we’ve renewed every year since.
– a 1-day, 1-park pass was $66 in 2008. Now it’s $96.
– I was wearing a button up polyester shirt with a pointillist shipyard scene that I bought from an antique store in college. Kyle was wearing a yellow sweatshirt…I think it was American Apparel via the thrift store. It must have been chilly because I’m also wearing a sweater and a Members Only jacket.
– We were so young, so emaciated, so pale, so poor. But we had The Rock (our church), choir, WIC, and each other. And Disneyland passes! (Thanks, Dad.)
– The Submarine Voyage is closed down now.
– I look a lot like my dad, especially with the sun in my eyes.
I ran out of gas last week! We’ve been driving our old Buick in the heat since it has working air conditioning, but it doesn’t have a gas light or alarm like our other car.
Adelaide was barefoot, but excited for the adventure. Augie on the other hand was very uncooperative on the walk back from the gas station. He just wanted to be held by his pregnant mama…who was carrying a gas can…in 90 degree weather. So he sat down and cried every few feet. Thankfully we were only a couple blocks away from the gas station. And he was helpful once we got to the car.
We just need to save up for a Tesla.
I cannot cook with children.
Every time I cook something or bake something, Adelaide and August want to help. And I want them to help. So I let them help.
Because I’m a good mommy.
They will have wonderful memories of cooking with Mom. They will be confident in the kitchen. They will like cooking more than I do.
But then then Adelaide puts her fingers in the quinoa, and Augie grabs three spoons to stir with, and they fight over who is holding the measuring cup and spill flour on the floor, and I lose it.
“No! No! No! Out! Out! Out!” I yell.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaa!” They cry.
Because I’m a bad Mommy.
They will remember how Mom was such a control freak in the kitchen. How I never let them help. They won’t know how to boil water, much less bake a chicken.
How do moms do this?
I volunteered for a Bumble and Bumble hair demo last week. It may be the most “normal” haircut I’ve gotten as a hair model, but I think I’m OK with it.
When it was done, one of the stylists said, “Aw, you look like a mom!” I laughed and said, “Is that a good thing?”
Regardless, I like having short hair again. My hair doesn’t do anything when it’s long. Lazy hair.