So, this week we went to Disneyland, and it was great. A+. We avoided the monsoon, and going during the middle of the week at the end of January was the best decision ever, because nobody was on vacation (except us) and there were NO LINES. It was so delightful. Plus, the oh so elusive little shop on Main Street where they sell my beloved ice cream sandwich was open for once in my life. I hadn’t had one in maybe ten years so I was scared that it wouldn’t live up to my own hype, but it totally did. Disney magic.
Self-portrait. Main Street, USA. Brad has a beard.
So, apparently when Brad went to Disneyland as a boy he wanted a photo with Goofy VERY BADLY, but told no one. And on the last night when it really sunk in that his Goofy photo op wasn't going to happen, he started crying like a baby, but it was too late to do anything about it. Childhood dream, fulfilled.
I love telling Brad how to pose for pictures. I think I've got an artist's eye.
The elusive ice cream sandwich.
Glad to see someone else has fallen off of the blogging wagon as badly as me! Culley and I went to Disneyland for a day by ourselves when Madeline was about 18 months old…it was a BLAST! Way better than I even remembered it as a kid! Glad you guys were able to have some fun…and some sun (it looks like)
Angela
I am excited for when you are done with school and can blog more!!!!!