A Day at Disneyland

Disneyland is not my happiest place on Earth!

My parents visited Disney for like 12 years in a row starting when my oldest brother was 2 weeks old. Bleh! Having kids of my own, I cannot imagine walking around in the heat of August 2 weeks post partum.  My poor mom.  My freshman year of college my parents decided to go to Disney for Christmas. I was so annoyed, I went to my grandparents.  Then in college I worked at Disney World in Orlando, Fl as a Lifeguard at Typhoon Lagoon.  It was rated to be the most prestigious Co-op for Marketing majors, Michael Isner the CEO went to Northeastern and built the luxury dorms on campus, so okay I went.  Well, my experience in Co-ops let me know exactly what I did not want to do ‘when I grew up’ and definitely how I did not want to treat people.

Every once in awhile I have to suck it up and go.  We only live 20 minutes from Disneyland and I consider myself lucky to have only visited 4 times now in 4 years.  Two of those visits I was very pregnant, not my smartest move.  Now my husband got to tag along for the first time since we have lived in California! I am not sure how he has gotten so lucky.  Just to pay him back, he had to go on all the rides and I hung with little Daphne.

Adelaide got a friend ticket so she could pick whomever she wanted. She picked a sweet little girl she has played soccer with twice on an All-Star team. This little girl is afraid of heights 😳. I did not even know how to handle that, but she had the best outlook and said this is Adelaide’s day and I want her to enjoy it and I will do whatever ride she wants. I wish all kids had her attitude.

Daphne surprisingly did really well, she lasted all day without a nap, ate great and was not too freaked out by the noises.

At the end of the day all the kids had a great time and Daphne had her 1st visit to Disney.  We do it all for our kids!

XOXO Desiree

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