For many of you who know me, you know that I LOVE Disneyland. I spent part of my honeymoon there, several anniversaries, birthdays and just-because-we-wanted-to-go days. I even own a season pass. While people (including my Mother) feel my devotion to Disney is a bit over the top, I feel that it is a perfectly acceptable way to feel like I am five again.
This past weekend Chris and I went to Disneyland with my Dad and my brother Matt for Matt's 22nd birthday. Much like me, Disneyland is Matt's favorite place anywhere so we all surprised him with the trip the night before we left. Since Matt has gone to Disneyland countless times there are certain expectations that he has when we arrive. First, he is to get a wheelchair and be escorted around the park. Second, we are too feed him at appropriate intervals. Lastly, we are to go on the rides that he wants to go on when he wants to go on them throughout the duration of the trip. If any of these requirements are not met, Matt is unhappy. If there is ever a kid you don't want unhappy, it is Matt.
The first two days pretty much went off without a hitch. Matt got his wheelchair (which Chris dutifully pushed him around in) and we ate at appropriate intervals. He got to do everything he wanted to do, except see "Honey I Shrunk the Audience" which is literally the only thing that Chris and I can't stand in Disneyland, so we placated Matt by telling him we were saving the best for last!! On Sunday things started to go downhill for poor Matty. Usually on the last day we only do California Adventure, and because it is a smaller park with less people (and Matt needs the exercise) we make him walk. So he unhappily walked the park. Then, after a long day of walking, we finally went back over to Disneyland to see "Honey I Shrunk the Audience." Matt's day was finally looking up. We got in line, waited for a bit, and then the intercom came on saying that the show was closing for a few hours because of a technical difficulty. We had to leave shortly after that to get home because we all had to be at work in the morning. Needless to say he gave us the saddest "Matt" look... He pouted on the way out of the park, pouted when we got back into the car to go home and pouted when we went in to dinner hours later. Finally we got in to the car and asked him if he wanted to go again (since we missed the show of course). He grinned from ear to ear, said "Yes!!! Except, next time I need my chair." I love that kid.
See "Happy Matt" and "Sad Matt"
Dad's favorite ride (the Train around Disneyland). We went on this a couple of times around the park. Matt wanted to get off so bad and do rides that he kept saying "I have to go to the bathroom!!" We got off and he informed us that it was time for rides. When reminded about his bathroom farce he told us to "Be Happy!"
Me FINALLY beating Chris at the Buzz Lightyear game. What this picture does not show is that coming in to the final room, Chris was catching up to me. So I did what any other competitive wife who did not want to lose for the 100th consecutive time would do. I tackled him and blocked his gun!!
