Princess Time

Disneyland was fabulous. I won't bore you with the details, just a few things I promise:

• Janie wore her sleeping beauty costume all day.
• 4 different Japanese tourists at different times asked to take their picture with her. She told me later it was because they thought she was the real sleeping beauty. I figure she could have a great career in Japan.
• The goal of the day was to get the autographs of all the princesses. Janie would say things like "We're not going on any more rides until I find Belle" which would stress me out. Thankfully I'm a pro stalker and while it was tricky, together we did corner every one.
• Some mothers go too far in getting princess autographs, such as put their kid in line for one while taking off with the kid's autograph book to get another. Look lady, the person signing is only an actress, not the real character (which is a cartoon by the way), and the autograph is only as valuable as the experience you child gets in meeting the character. If it were only about filling the book, then just hide in the bathroom and sign all the characters' names to all the pages yourself.
• I looked like one of those mothers at one point. Janie was riding a ride with my friend from AZ (who we met up with that afternoon) while I stood in line for Ariel. She was the last princess we needed, and it was only 10 minutes until she stopped signing for the day. I looked a little funny standing in line to meet and greet the mermaid, holding the autograph book and pen, without my little girl accessory. All the sane mothers gave me sad looks and sighs while they shook their heads over thoughts of what kind of grown woman collects princess autographs. Thank goodness she finished up the teacup ride and got there before I got to the front of the line.
• My arms nearly fell off that night trying to carry Janie from It's a Small World to our hotel room. I could carry the little princess short distances before putting her down and having the literal sleeping beauty take a few steps on her own. She would then either drag her feet or walk so slowly that we were nearly standing still, too exhausted and falling asleep while walking. Then I realized what else makes daddies great on such days.

Speaking of daddies, after our first night away, Matt called and told me "We really need to do something about Jack's sleeping habits. He woke every 2 hours! ALL night. I didn't get Any sleep. I'm exhausted. Stop laughing, this is Serious. We Have to do Something. This isn't right!"

Really? (insert evil snicker here)