Last week was Rodeo Week in Tucson, and Lillian had a few days off school so we decided to pop over to California for a quick Disneyland trip. I actually wanted to go camping, but it was too cold, and I need 15 pillows to sleep in a bed, so I probably couldn't handle sleeping on the ground.
On the way, we stopped to see my Uncle Jim and my cousins (not pictured) in Thermal. Jim's pig had babies 2 days before we got there.
Baby pigs = super cute. Mama pigs = super scary. Also, did you know that pigs are huge? Like, I was looking at the daddy pig and then looking at Tyler and I decided that the pig was taller. And weighed 500 pounds, or something.
We were cooing over the pigs and I wanted to pet one but the mama pig was making it clear that she wasn't even OK with me *looking* at her piglets, when Uncle Jim launched into a big spiel about how he's going to sell them at the Easter auctions because the price of ham goes up at Easter and he can get X amount per piglet inside I was like "I'm never eating ham again!" Easter Means Carnage! But then I looked at the daddy pig and he was huge and ugly and I thought that I could eat him. I'm awful, I know.
This is what the kids look like in the car.
Waiting for the tram.
Disneyland actually worked out really well. My sister Anne came so there were 3 adults for 3 kids. It was convenient that I am pregnant because I can't go on the big-kid rides. So Tyler would take Lillian on the Matterhorn, or whatever, and the little kids and I would chill out on the kiddie rides. Except I took them on Snow White, and Ethan will never be the same again. He still talks about how creepy the witch was.
Then I wanted some nature, so the next day, we headed to Laguna Beach with my brother Andrew for a little hike.
There was lots of grass that the kids kept running over and sitting in. It's like they've never seen real grass before... oh, wait... they haven't.
We decided to head over to California Adventure the next day. This day went slightly worse for several reasons:
Apparently, this is just how my face looks.
This ladybug ride is my favorite: the line is pretty short and the ride is pretty fun. While we were waiting in line, a little girl who was probably 4 or so told me all about how her favorite ride is Tower of Terror. I have never been on this ride, so I didn't know what it was like, but if this little girl loves it then it must not be so bad. Both Lillian and Nora were tall enough so Tyler took them both.
I was waiting at the exit when they came out and both the girls looked like they were going to cry. Tyler said that he was a little bit scared on the ride and Nora looked at me and solemnly declared that we were never going on that ride ever again. Ever.
For me, at least, the trip would have been 30-35% more fun if I wasn't constantly sneezing, blowing my nose, or spacing out from the medication. Oh well.
Baby pigs = super cute. Mama pigs = super scary. Also, did you know that pigs are huge? Like, I was looking at the daddy pig and then looking at Tyler and I decided that the pig was taller. And weighed 500 pounds, or something.
We were cooing over the pigs and I wanted to pet one but the mama pig was making it clear that she wasn't even OK with me *looking* at her piglets, when Uncle Jim launched into a big spiel about how he's going to sell them at the Easter auctions because the price of ham goes up at Easter and he can get X amount per piglet inside I was like "I'm never eating ham again!" Easter Means Carnage! But then I looked at the daddy pig and he was huge and ugly and I thought that I could eat him. I'm awful, I know.
This is what the kids look like in the car.
Waiting for the tram.
Disneyland actually worked out really well. My sister Anne came so there were 3 adults for 3 kids. It was convenient that I am pregnant because I can't go on the big-kid rides. So Tyler would take Lillian on the Matterhorn, or whatever, and the little kids and I would chill out on the kiddie rides. Except I took them on Snow White, and Ethan will never be the same again. He still talks about how creepy the witch was.
Then I wanted some nature, so the next day, we headed to Laguna Beach with my brother Andrew for a little hike.
The kids haven't quite caught the vision of hiking. The hike was probably 1.5 miles, and it took a good 2.5 hours. There was much rock throwing, flower picking, and asking where we were going and when we were going to get there.
There was lots of grass that the kids kept running over and sitting in. It's like they've never seen real grass before... oh, wait... they haven't.
We decided to head over to California Adventure the next day. This day went slightly worse for several reasons:
- Turns out I'm allergic to Southern California. "Didn't you grow up there and never ever have allergies?" you ask. YES! I developed allergies when I lived in San Luis Obispo and I had a cold that wouldn't go away. Tyler told me it was allergies and I told him he was nutty. He persuaded me to just try a Claritin and it worked like a miracle. Still, I was OK when we went to visit my parents. Then I moved to Arizona for a few years and now whenever we cross the Colorado River, my face explodes. So I was a little bit miserable from that.
- Two adults for three kids is not as desirable a ratio as the above mentioned 3:3.
- Ethan was like, "Didn't we just do this?" and proceeded to freak out. Also he told me it was too loud there, and this is kind of true. The rides are all loud, there is loud music playing everywhere, there are loud people, and as soon as we sat down to lunch, the rag-time band started up 10 feet away.
Apparently, this is just how my face looks.
This ladybug ride is my favorite: the line is pretty short and the ride is pretty fun. While we were waiting in line, a little girl who was probably 4 or so told me all about how her favorite ride is Tower of Terror. I have never been on this ride, so I didn't know what it was like, but if this little girl loves it then it must not be so bad. Both Lillian and Nora were tall enough so Tyler took them both.
I was waiting at the exit when they came out and both the girls looked like they were going to cry. Tyler said that he was a little bit scared on the ride and Nora looked at me and solemnly declared that we were never going on that ride ever again. Ever.
For me, at least, the trip would have been 30-35% more fun if I wasn't constantly sneezing, blowing my nose, or spacing out from the medication. Oh well.
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