You know how when you're growing up it always seems like the younger sibling gets privileges sooner or better than you did? Like, when I was 10 I went to bed at 8 o'clock but my little sister Emmee who is 10 goes to bed at 10 o'clock (I'm not actually sure how true this is but I'm just illustrating a point). Well, it gets worse when you have your own kids. My son, now at the ripe old age of 1... went to Disneyland for his first birthday. I know, I know it sounds ridiculous. But sometimes the grandparents just can't help it. It's a serious condition I call wowilovemygrandsonsomuchmorethanmyactualchildreniamgoingtogivehimeverythingheneedswantsanddoesntwantjusttomakesureheisasspoiledaspossible syndrom. But to be honest, I'm really ok with it. Because I LOVE DISNEYLAND. I secretly want my husband to be an imagineer just so we can go to Disneyland whenever we want. When I talk about things I would buy if I were rich- an annual pass to Disneyland is probably in the top 2. I would dress up like a princess just to get into Disneyland. I would do just about anything just to go to Disneyland. Lick a toilet bowl, wax a tiger, run until I passed out, walk on hot coals, kiss a fish, run outside in my underwear, eat a mouse, watch a medical show without closing my eyes, sneeze with out closing my eyes... all of these are things I would do just to go to Disneyland. ANYWAY, all in all it was a really really fun trip and Henry enjoyed it too.
We got there at 12:30 at night. He naturally woke up when we got him out of the car. And he naturally ate a birthday cup cake at the same time.
I want to go back. It was so great. I think I'll have another kid soon just so I can go back again. This is a first birthday tradition right Grammy?!? :)
PS. That wasn't an announcement. I'm not pregnant.