back in the homeland.

22 years. That is how long it has been. Ah, Disneyland. You are fun.

I'm overwhelmed and a bit out of sorts in regards to a post. There is so much to tell, and yet I have no desire to turn my happy memories into tons of details. And a chronological report feels like so much work. So for detail of the adventure - check out Clin's blog.

And I'm just going to randomly write, based on my inner whim. Because that's how Disney plays.

The past 5 months of extracurricular activity in the drama department probably had a large hand in our decision to skip town and celebrate Millie's 4th birthday Disney style.

I imagined the worst. Long lines. Hot, hot, heat. Toddlers refusing strollers. Bankruptcy. And really long lines.

But it was great. Really great. As in 4 and 1 year olds LOVE the Disney. So does momma. And it was so much easier than anticipated. I suppose anything would be easier than spring break one year ago. (Remember? Three words: one-armed diaper changes, constipated 2 year olds, and reinactments of the Psycho shower scene.)

Of course it could also be explained that the last time I journeyed to Disneyland I incurred a bladder infection that caused my mother to think her 10 year old was starting her period (what?) and wet myself on the People Movers, by which my older sis, Judy, had to blame it on youngest sibling, Nathan, (thanks Nate!) who really wasn't that young and didn't leave the ride with wet shorts as evidence against him.

The People Movers are no more.

And perhaps that is why it all worked out better than imagined.

Or maybe it was living off pop-tarts for the week. And the fact that my period decided to wait until we returned before knocking me into bed and holding me hostage.

Yeah Disney!