I don’t even know how we made it happen. It started off as a half-joking invitation from one of my best friends who was planning to take her daughter (and Maxon’s dear friend) back to Disneyland as a last hurrah before their international move. Of course, my knee-jerk reaction was “no” but slowly turned to the reply, “why not?” We could keep it super easy by leaving our too-young, higher-maintenance, second-born children at home with their very capable fathers. We could split a room to reduce lodging costs. And the big kids would have a fabulous time together, as they always do. And so we did.
Waiting patiently for our rebooked flight
Finally on the plane!
TV playing vintage Disney cartoons in the lobby next to the check-in area. Genius.
Outside Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride
On the Mad Hatter’s Teacup Party
On a submarine to find Nemo
Showing our happy faces at dinner
Radiator Springs! Also known as Maxon’s Mecca. He asked multiple times to live here.
On the Golden Zephyr
Photo op with Red from Cars
On a boat through Storybook Land
O.M.G. It’s Lightning McQueen!
We now have a new Disney devotee
Smiles on the way home. Questions constantly about when we can go back to Disneyland.
It was not without several obstacles. The first being a mental one for me. Neither Mike nor I had ever been to Disneyland and Mike and I are very gung-ho about family trips. We have also had our fair share of travel this past year, both as a family and on our own. This was not in the budget and the whole family was not going to be together for what is probably considered a milestone. The second was that we managed to miss our outgoing flight because neither adult was paying attention to the clock or the layout of the concourse. We missed it by mere minutes [insert expletive]. We booked ourselves on another flight and tried to move forward. However, the missed flight had a domino effect and ended up creating a headache for the return flight home [insert at least two expletives]. Luckily, it all got resolved before we even set foot back in the airport. Of course, as we were merrily rolling our way home from the airport, patting ourselves on a well-executed Disney vacation, a tire went flat at 70 mph. Of course it did [expletives: many]. Let’s just say we were able to get roadside assistance not long after we had pulled over and got home safe and sound shortly after.
And we all lived happily ever after.
I actually had a lot of fun doing Halloween this year. Both kids were into the whole costume thing, the weather was fantastic, and it was on a Friday to boot! Granted, Maxon and I had to be up at 5:30am the next morning to head out to this little place called Disneyland… but that’s a whole other story.
The first part of the Halloween festivities was trolling Pearl Street’s Munchkin Masquerade. In short, they invite the entire town of Boulder’s children to trick-or-treat at participating stores and restaurants along 3 city blocks. It’s chaos. Hordes of people, way too many wide strollers, and loads of candy-grubbers, some being adults sending their toddlers into the fray for specific candy. We spent our 30 minutes at the least busy part of the madness and when their purposely-tiny Halloween bags were full, we headed home.
Ragtag group of costumes… or loose interpretation of the Wizard of Oz?
In case there is any confusion, Maxon is a Transformer but he refused to wear the mask. Cooper was proud to be a puppy.
Finally getting into the loot!
We got home in time to ready the house for potential trick-or-treaters. We live in a kid-friendly area but we don’t usually see very many trick-or-treaters at our house yet we are ready for an onslaught at any time (read: I buy way too much candy. And I only buy what I like. Win-win.) We invited some friends over to trick-or-treat with us and armed with flashlights and glow sticks, we headed out to storm the neighborhood. At least, one block on either side of our house.
This little guy kept up with the 4- and 5- year olds in the group with no problem
Trick or treat!
I didn’t have to carry a single kid. The children remembered their “trick-or-treats” and “thank yous”. Costumes stayed intact. The flashlights were a hit. Let’s do it again next year!