A Small Recommendation

I've done a bunch of posts tonight and reading them will likely make more sense if you click on the post titled "Pink Ears" and then read up.

But go backwards if you want.

It's totally up to you.

Big Animals . . . Not So Much

Disneyland is full of opportunities to scare your child by forcing them to pose with very large animals.

Some children run right up to these creatures and hug them.

My daughter did not.



Luckily there was Jello to distract her from the large chipmunk hovering over her.



And friends Ava and Maya to save her from the large strange mouse.

But really, lets keep the animals flying in circles or going up and down (like Dumbo and the carousel). None of this walking and hugging thing.

Horses, Horses, Horses

The carousel was a HUGE hit when we were at Disneyland. I truly can't count the number of times we rode on that thing. Natalia loved it.

Really, she did. She may not look it, but the child threw a FIT the first time we had to get off.

She soon learned that we only had to walk around to the front before getting back on

(which we did something like 18 times)

Ava loved it.



At first Natalia liked it because of the horses. Then she liked it because of the wind blowing in her face. Finally she became entranced by the mechanism that makes the horse go up and down.

She spent one entire ride looking up and chanting "Up . . . Down . . . Up . . . Down . . ."

Opa was so proud. "That's my little engineer."

Pink Ears

We went to Disneyland with Ava and family (mom Danielle, dad Courtney, and aunt Dara) a couple weeks ago and Natalia and I had a wonderful, exhausting, character-filled weekend.




This was the set of ears that she picked out. For someone who thought they were going to have a rough and tumble child, I sure do bring home a lot of pink and sparkles. Natalia was given her choice of ears at the Mad Hatter's Shoppe and she picked out the only set of ears that was all pink and had a veil and rhinestone tiara attached.

It's so Ooohhh, La, La.

Just Say No . . .

. . . to brushes. This is what happens when you brush curly hair:


Actually I didn't even brush it. It was pulled back from her face all day and when she ripped out the rubber band, this was the result.

How long do you think it will take her to buy a straightener?