Our vacation to southern California is rapidly approaching, and it really cannot come soon enough. I am ready for a break, and I am ready for it to be in a place where the weather should be considerably better than it is here at home.
We are heading out to San Diego to stay with one of our friends in his bachelor pad. I wonder what he’s going to think about having a 2-year-old around for a little while. :) Really, though, we are only staying with him for a couple days, then taking off on our own for a few days to explore Disneyland and Los Angeles, before going back down to San Diego for one more day.
In all honesty, I think we are most psyched about Disneyland.
On one particular grouchy morning a week or two ago, I was trying to distract/cheer up Nora so I said, “Hey, Nora. Do you know we are going to Disneyland?? You can see princesses! And Woody and Buzz!” and she repeatedly started saying, “YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!” and jumping up and down in excitement. And then I realized… she thought we were going THAT day. Whoops. Needless to say, she was not happy when we had to get into the car and drive to daycare. Note to self: Do not discuss exciting things in advance with a child who does not understand the concept of time.
Our plan is to leave San Diego early in the morning and drive up to Anaheim to be there in time for the park opening at 10 a.m. We’re going to get a pass that allows us to go to both Disneyland and California Adventure Park. We figure since Nora’s still little there will only be so much we can do in each park, so we can probably successfully hit up both in one day (or so I’ve been told). We’ll make the most of it, staying until the park’s early close at 8 p.m. That’s kind of a bummer, but I think 10 hours will be PLENTY of time to sufficiently wipe out a toddler, so it’s all good.
We’re planning to have lunch at Ariel’s Grotto, with the hope that Nora will be completely fascinated with seeing the princesses in person. It’s sort of gamble—she may not “get it,” or if she does, she could still be painfully shy about it—but eh, we don’t know when our next chance to do this will be, so we’ll take our chances. Other than that, we’ll kind of let the wind take us where it will within the parks and just do whatever Nora’s little heart desires. I can’t wait to experience all of it through her eyes.
If anyone has ever been with a toddler and has suggestions, I am all ears.
Now, we just have to get through the VERY LONG flight to get out there. We are flying all the way to Phoenix direct, then taking a short hop over to San Diego. The flight to Phoenix is like five hours. To say I am nervous about tackling this with Nora is an understatement.
She has her own seat on the plane, and we are planning to take her car seat on because I think it’ll be more comfortable/familiar for her than sitting in the big seat by herself. She is far more likely to fall asleep in the car seat, and she can be STRAPPED IN. I am pretty sure half my carry-on is going to be loaded with JUST SNACKS, so if we need to, we can just let her EAT for five hours straight. The iPad is also coming along (with her headphones) and I pray to heaven that it will hold her attention as well as it has for past road trips. Also in the bag of tricks will be stickers, crayons, and paper. Any lesser known secrets I should be aware of? Help a mama out.
One of the final pieces of the puzzle is the weather. Please, please let us have decent weather—both to travel in and to enjoy ourselves in. C’mon, Mother Nature.
Counting down the days, hours, minutes…
AboutI'm Heather. I'm 31 and have been married to Michael for five years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
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