Disneyland
May 20, 2009
We just completed our first year as a family with Disneyland passes. Berlyn made some lasting friends made out of fiberglass including, but not limited to: the caterpillar on the creepy and psychedelic Alice in Wonderland ride, Dumbo, but only the purple one, and all the horses with the slightest bit of purple on them at the carousel. And I made some good friends too…especially the ice cream shoppe on Main Street with the fresh waffle cones and then all the dipping, and the chocolate and peanuts… Oh the peanuts. And the pretzel shaped like Mickey’s head, with a healthy portion of nacho cheese sauce, AND, the frozen bananas and–Hold on people, I need a minute. Please excuse.
We always met up with our favorite Disney friends, Dena and Jax.
And then Berlyn and Jax would share a sideways hug and a bag of frozen grapes.
And after an exhausting afternoon of circular rides and the gentle contemplation of nausea, Dena and I would sedate our children with a lollypop, so we could talk about more important things… like our kids.
I’m going to miss it, and I’m reconsidering a new pass. But what I’m not going to miss is the hot, ass-crack sweat when I tried to corral Berlyn onto the tram while folding the stroller and trying not to swing my diaper bag into her face. Oh, and I’m not going to miss that one time when I decided to wear my MBT shoes, and almost fell down the escalator because Berlyn at the last minute insisted that I had to hold her because the escalator was scary, and I was already holding about 9 other things. Thank God for the sweet lady in front of me–she felt my wavering balance, and offered to help me. She was already holding her 3 month old baby in a sling…bless her heart. And you’re damn straight I let her help me. You can take this, this and this. Thanks random stranger, who’s already holding a baby! I appreciate you.
Just look at my tiny baby. She was barely a year old when we first took her to Disneyland.
So yeah, maybe we’ll renew our pass, because Disneyland is fun. And we’re not the type of people that are opposed to fun.
Although we are the type of people opposed to pin trading.
7 Comments
Miss Yvonne
5/20/09
10:01 am
My kid was into that pin trading for a couple of years after the Grandparents took him to Disneyworld. I was really happy when he hit puberty and it no longer interested him. For awhile there it was looking like my boy was going to be a huge dork. Phew!
Julie Snell
5/20/09
10:13 am
Can I ask what MBT shoes are? Oh, and I am with you on the Pin Traders…I was just at Disneyland a few weeks ago and my husband and I were trying to estimate how much cash these pin people spend on Disney pins over thier lifetime. I mean, aside from wearing them to Disneyland…what do you do with them?
beckey
5/20/09
10:26 am
Julie, I’m so glad you asked about MBT shoes. They are these wonderful shoes that make me look like a giant looser, but shape my buns and thighs while looking like said looser.
I even dedicated an entire post about them because I love them so much: http://hippobrigade.com/style/mbt-shoes/
Mike Krause
5/20/09
11:40 am
I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks that my MBT’s look loser-ish. You’ve got real guts wearing yours to D-land, Ms. Brumfield.
Suz Broughton
5/20/09
12:34 pm
Yes, it’s always the mom’s who step in to help. The more kids she had strapped to her, the more she would offer to do–that’s just a fact.
Pen trading? Should I stop doing that? Honestly, I have to claim ignorance on this one.
Dena Lucas
5/21/09
6:19 am
I already miss going to Dland with you and B. Drew says we can think about renewing in Spring 2010, but I have a feeling it will be before that.
Katelyn
5/21/09
7:42 pm
do not, I repeat DO NOT get a Disney pass while preggo. Can we say hot and sweaty times a hundred? Just think, underboob/ belly sweat nastiness with swollen ankles in Toon Town. Not my idea of a fun Friday night. Take it from someone who has made the mistake. I have never been so pissed at myself as I was for the money I wasted on the Dland pass the year I was preggo. I’m just saying.
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