Proud parenting

Hugh, Diego, and J
riding Casey Jr Train Ride

These pictures were taken by yours truly.

My phone-photography skills just come naturally. I know, inspiring, right?

What did you do yesterday? Yesterday, we debated against going to the beach, or heading to Disneyland. Disneyland won out, because frankly, Huntington Beach looked like thw world before He said, "Let there be light". Seriously. J was having a cow, yelling obsurdaties such as, "Oh my goodness. I am going to die!" because I think it was just under 75 degrees. Poor kid, I know. Tragic, really.

And, who wants a kid to freeze to death in May?

We met our homies, and promptly marched directly to BuzzLightYearToTheRescue. Being the neglectful parents that Robin and I are, we actually decided to bring our second born children with us on the ride. I suppose the simple act of unbuckling the children was too much to ask for J and his accomplise. The half second that passed between unbuckling the elder children and their less mature siblings, was too much to bare; the two year olds were off and running--- halling butt up the "fast pass lane".

At this point, the two year olds were almost inside the actual building, so the put-out Disneland Employee, grudgingly let us pass her, but not before rolling her eyes, and sighing her "what kind of a parent are you" sigh. I guess our toddlers were the first she had ever seen at The Happiest Place on Earth. Hmmmm. She was obviously smitten by their well-behaved demeanor.

Once we caught up with the rascals, they were to the point where the two lanes merge. So, we just pretended like we were exactly where we needed to be, and proceeded forth. After the kids were in line with us for about 23 seconds, the excitement of being on this exact same ride at least 4 million other times, must have been too much for them to handle.

And off they went.

And I'll tell ya what, Moses got nothing on them. They parted the crowd, like royalty; unfortuantely for us, we were not treated with the same respect! I had bambino on one hip, massive diaper bag on the other. There was no way I was getting through. So, I kindly left the task of re-wrangling the runaways to Robin and her six week old. As she tried to navigate her way through the crowd I wished her luck, and just stood there like an idiot. Had I known a blow horn would have come in handy, I would have brought it with my Merry Poppins Diaper Bag that holds all things wonderful.

Once she disapperard a conserable distance into the crowded line, I waited for her to arrive back at my side with those escape artists. At that moment, we would have the privelage of teaching them about "patience", right then and there. As I twidled my thumbs, doing absolutely nothing to help with the ordeal, my intense focus was ruined when a couple minutes later, I hear half the line start yelling, "They're on the ride!!" "Those kids are on the ride!"

Lo and behold, I look over at the ride, and there J and Diego are. Like it's no big deal. Sitting on the stupid ride, all ready to go. And, it's not like they had just sat down. Oh no. THE RIDE WAS MOVING, and there were about 10 other loaded passengers BEHIND THEM that were already on the ride, and enjoying it.

All I could figure was the Disneyland Employee at the front of the line was obviously not the first to have NEVER seen a pair of two years in her life. I mean, the idiot at the end of the line didn't think twice about loading up a car with two toddlers, sans parents.

But I guess their idiot parents were no where to stop them, either.