We went to Disneyland the Friday before President's Day. I made the mistake of telling the girls that we would go weeks ago, when I noticed that this was a day that they didn't have school, and it happened to not be a blackout day on our passes. As it got closer to the time to go and I realized it would be raining, I tried to talk them in to another activity, but they could not be persuaded. So, we packed up the ponchos and umbrellas and headed to Anaheim. We were in the park before 9:00, and the first half of the day was lovely; cool, but sunny. I thought we had dodged a bullet, and left our rain gear in the locker at Disneyland when we went over to California Adventure. BIG mistake. By about 1:00, a light rain started. Allison, Emily and Bret went on California Screamin' a couple of times, and the rain didn't bother them. I took Sydney and Caroline on the carousel, which is covered, so we stayed dry. As we headed over to what we decided would be our last ride of the day (Soarin' Over California--my personal favorite), the downpour started, and didn't let up. By the time we got off the ride and went back to get our things out of the locker, everyone else in the park had decided it was time to leave. The lines for the tram were crazy, and once we got on the tram, the water kept pouring in from the sides. We finally left at about 4:00, just in time for rush hour traffic, which was only made worse by the rain. We got to Disneyland from our house in a little over an hour that morning, and it took us a little over three hours to get home. Even after all that, Allison says it was worth it, and she would do it all again. Good luck finding a ride, Allison!
Inside the Tiki Room. This is one of Caroline's favorite attractions. Small World is
finally open again, and she loved that one, as well. As we were riding through the river of happy singing children, she turned around and asked me "Are there pirates here?" I told her no, there were not. A minute later, she said, almost to herself, "I love this ride."
Visiting the pricesses is always a must on Sydney's to-do list. We usually wait about 30 minutes to see them, and they won't ever tell you which princesses are there before you go in. I guess if people knew it was just Pocohontos and Mulan, no one would bother, whereas if it were Belle, Aurora and Cinderella, every little girl in the park would be there. There is usually a pretty good mix of first, second, and third tier princesses, but you never know the particulars until they let you in.
Two very cold and soggy girls on the tram. I almost came to blows with the tram attendant who made us get back on the tram and get off on the "correct" side once we reached the parking lot. This wouldn't have been a big deal, except that it was pouring rain and I was juggling a stroller, a backpack, a bag full of ponchos and extra clothing (which ripped and the contents fell in a big puddle as I was arguing with said attendant, before he made me get back on). Bret met us straight from the airport and took Allison and Sydney in his car, so he wasn't with us. If he had been, I am sure the conflict would have escalated. He has even less tolerance for pointless rules than I do.
We went to Disneyland the Friday before President's Day. I made the mistake of telling the girls that we would go weeks ago, when I noticed that this was a day that they didn't have school, and it happened to not be a blackout day on our passes. As it got closer to the time to go and I realized it would be raining, I tried to talk them in to another activity, but they could not be persuaded. So, we packed up the ponchos and umbrellas and headed to Anaheim. We were in the park before 9:00, and the first half of the day was lovely; cool, but sunny. I thought we had dodged a bullet, and left our rain gear in the locker at Disneyland when we went over to California Adventure. BIG mistake. By about 1:00, a light rain started. Allison, Emily and Bret went on California Screamin' a couple of times, and the rain didn't bother them. I took Sydney and Caroline on the carousel, which is covered, so we stayed dry. As we headed over to what we decided would be our last ride of the day (Soarin' Over California--my personal favorite), the downpour started, and didn't let up. By the time we got off the ride and went back to get our things out of the locker, everyone else in the park had decided it was time to leave. The lines for the tram were crazy, and once we got on the tram, the water kept pouring in from the sides. We finally left at about 4:00, just in time for rush hour traffic, which was only made worse by the rain. We got to Disneyland from our house in a little over an hour that morning, and it took us a little over three hours to get home. Even after all that, Allison says it was worth it, and she would do it all again. Good luck finding a ride, Allison!
Inside the Tiki Room. This is one of Caroline's favorite attractions. Small World is finally open again, and she loved that one, as well. As we were riding through the river of happy singing children, she turned around and asked me "Are there pirates here?" I told her no, there were not. A minute later, she said, almost to herself, "I love this ride."
Visiting the pricesses is always a must on Sydney's to-do list. We usually wait about 30 minutes to see them, and they won't ever tell you which princesses are there before you go in. I guess if people knew it was just Pocohontos and Mulan, no one would bother, whereas if it were Belle, Aurora and Cinderella, every little girl in the park would be there. There is usually a pretty good mix of first, second, and third tier princesses, but you never know the particulars until they let you in.
Two very cold and soggy girls on the tram. I almost came to blows with the tram attendant who made us get back on the tram and get off on the "correct" side once we reached the parking lot. This wouldn't have been a big deal, except that it was pouring rain and I was juggling a stroller, a backpack, a bag full of ponchos and extra clothing (which ripped and the contents fell in a big puddle as I was arguing with said attendant, before he made me get back on). Bret met us straight from the airport and took Allison and Sydney in his car, so he wasn't with us. If he had been, I am sure the conflict would have escalated. He has even less tolerance for pointless rules than I do.
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