B’s first trip to Disneyland

I have to start by saying: We did it.

(I have to follow up by warning you – this is a long post and is probably more for us to look back on and remember.)

img_0175B turned 4 last week, and we surprised him with a trip to Disneyland…which honestly, before last Thursday, I don’t even think he knew existed.

We left on Friday in a rental car (after some issues with a potential slow leak in the first car’s tire) (but the second car was better anyway) and made pretty good time until we got to LA. At which point we ran into rush hour. We battled our way through it and got to our hotel around 7:30. (For the record, B did amazingly well in the car, even though it was 8 hours altogether. He was patient and calm, alerted us when he needed a bathroom, read books, sang songs, told us stories, and asked a couple times, “Can I make a loud noise?” at which point we would say yes, go ahead, get your louds out, and he would shout for 10 seconds.)

We checked in to the hotel, got B a “We’re celebrating!” button at the front desk, and found out that we were eligible for Magic Morning at 7am at Disneyland the next day.

We were staying at Paradise Pier, a Disney resort right next to California Adventure. When we got to our room we realized we could actually see the whole park, including World of Color, which played at 9:00 and 10:30, or something like that. (We could also see one end of the fireworks.) And our TV had a channel that played the audio for both shows! Disney is amazing.

B would not go to sleep, despite being clearly exhausted, so we had to turn all the lights off and also go to sleep around 10pm. Just as I would start to drift off, he would go, “…Mommy?” and then tell me some random fact that he could have saved for the morning. I thought he had finally gone to sleep when World of Color started again, and he whispered, “Mommy, I heared something,” which I thought was so cute. (Also he called it World of Best Colors.)

My alarm went off at 6, but we intended it to be a suggestion – we didn’t want to overly plan or try to cram everything in. We left the hotel around 7:15, walked over to the park, and were in Tomorrowland by 7:30. I thought that Magic Morning was just Main Street, but they opened Tomorrowland including all the rides…so we started with Space Mountain. Plus, it’s Halloween so it’s Ghost Galaxy, which is kind of scarier, because it’s all these creepy ghosts rushing you with arms outstretched…but B did great. He took it so in stride. Like, we started him off on SPACE MOUNTAIN GHOST GALAXY, and he was just like, Cool. What’s next? We did Astro Blasters, Star Tours, and that Orbital thing (rocket Dumbo) and it was like 8am.

We wandered to Fantasyland and started doing dark rides – he loved the carousel, and it was actually really cool because we both got to go on horses with him. Usually at the zoo and stuff we cheap out and just buy him a ticket, but this time we could all be riders! He tried to pull the sword from the stone (no luck), and we made the rounds of the dark rides…which are mostly stories he’s not super familiar with, so those rides must be weird for him.

We walked through Sleeping Beauty’s castle (stairs! and Maleficent! he loved it), and then went to Frontierland, where we found a bathroom and made him drink some water. It was already getting hot and I was having visions of Survivor contestants passing out on day 3 from dehydration. (Actually, while they were in the bathroom, I went to find water, and I walked into a dry goods store where three employees were leaning against a counter and talking about how they couldn’t believe people paid so much for water when you could get it for free, and I walked up behind them and said, “Speaking of which, where can I buy some water?” and the male employee just like facepalmed while the others pointed me toward a store that sold bottled water. Haha)

We did Pirates of the Caribbean and fastpassed Haunted Mansion…and I’m literally already forgetting what we did next. I think we went to Splash Mountain? I know we did Tarzan’s Treehouse (twice) and got some lunch. But I can’t even remember the order of events anymore.

At some point, we thought we should go back to the hotel because we both really, truly believed that B was going to take a nap. He looked so exhausted. We decided to take the monorail to Downtown Disney, and on the way to the station Drew grabbed fastpasses for Star Tours. I mean, it’s totally up his alley – he somehow knows some things about Star Wars, like who Yoda is, and he loved the flying through space stuff. He totally wore the glasses without any protest, which amazed me. (Oh, also on the way to the monorail, I hit 10,000 steps on my fitbit, haha)

At the hotel, of course he didn’t nap at all, no matter how much we all laid in a dark, cool room together. So after an hour or so, we gave up, collected our stuff, and walked back to the park. We did Star Tours and Astro Blasters again, and then went to do Alice and the Teacups and the other Fantasyland stuff we’d missed earlier. While we were walking toward Small World, B wanted us to take a detour to go past a water fountain, and while he was getting water, I saw a little kiosk with no line, where they sold ears and did the name embroidery. So I got those, and then we were standing right near where the parade was about to start, so we managed to get 2nd row viewing for the parade, without having to wait a long time or plan ahead. (Yay!)

B actually watched the parade too, while wearing his Mickey ears. I mean, he was so tired, and Drew was holding him the whole time, but he watched the parade and waved at Mickey, and seemed to enjoy it. He also got a little rest (being held), I guess. Then we went to Small World, and afterwards wandered into Toontown, which I knew nothing about. I have never gone in there. We got a Mickey ice cream bar (I couldn’t believe he ate the whole thing) and then the sugar rush seemed to invigorate him, so we went to do the Gadget Go-Go Coaster, which he loved, and then we were right by Mickey’s house and the Disneyland app said the wait was 30 minutes, so we went in there.

You walk through Mickey’s whole house, and then out into his backyard, and then into his movie barn, where they’re showing clips of old Mickey cartoons…they were showing Through the Mirror, and I noticed earlier they were playing music from the Pied Piper short, I think. It was cool that there was old stuff there that we recognized…although they must know these things are on Netflix and get watched, so I guess it’s not unbelievable. Then (after less than 30 minutes) we got taken in to meet Mickey! And it was so awesome.

First of all, let me say all the Disney staff members are amazing. The photographer and his assistant (?) didn’t make anyone feel rushed through the process. And they were so sweet and welcoming. And the assistant took my phone and got pictures on my phone of B and of all of us with Mickey, in addition to the professional photos.

Second, the Disneyland app was totally worth it, for wait times and for reserving a place for dinner…but mostly for the photos. Every photographer that takes your picture, you have them scan a QR code on the app, and then all the pictures go there. Plus you can enter the codes from your ride pictures. Then at the end of the day, you pay a flat fee to download everything. So I paid one fee for 5 pictures with Mickey, ride pictures from Splash Mountain and Space Mountain, plus pictures of strangers from each of those rides, from when I entered our codes wrong and added the wrong photos to our collection.

B went right to Mickey and hugged him, and we got the cutest picture of the two of them, that I never EVER expected us to get. It totally made me melt.

After that, we walked back through the Small World toy store, to pick out some stuff for Baby H. (Another shoutout for Disney: if you’re staying at a Disney hotel, they will take anything you buy throughout the day and send it back to your hotel for you. An amazing service. I’m super grateful for that.) It was starting to get dark, so we went back to see what the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad line was like, and then waited for that one. It was a 25-minute wait, and felt like it…and I have to say, that was probably the longest we waited for anything all day. And we only did a couple fastpasses. We had good luck with lines. And I think it only felt so long because it was the end of the day.

When we got on Big Thunder Mountain, B told Drew that “you have to put your hands up, like this!” and threw his hands in the air. It was so cute.

After the ride, we headed to dinner at Goofy’s Kitchen at the Disneyland Hotel. BUT FIRST, we were walking through Frontierland and B asked, “Can I have one last churro please?” so yeah, of course you can, putting our daily churro total at 5 and his personal churro total at 3. Then we were walking past the Dole Whips and the line was short and it had been so long all day, so I jumped in line for a Dole Whip, which we all ate standing on Main Street. Then we finally went to dinner (after churros and Dole Whip).

Goofy’s Kitchen is character dining, so B got to meet Chip and Dale, and Pluto. (He passed on Goofy, actually.) The staff brought him a birthday cupcake and sang to him (the first of I think 6 birthday cupcakes/songs we heard before we left). He also got a Happy Birthday button. Also, all the characters were dancing to Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah at one point, and people were waving their napkins like rally rags, and B totally did it, which was so adorable. He loved it. Then he started getting silly, like he took off his shoes and socks, and he put mustard on his watermelon, and he was just getting giggly…because it was almost 9pm and he had basically survived all day on churros and excitement, I guess.

We stopped at a gift store in the hotel, because we wanted to get him a sweatshirt, and we also got him this light up Buzz Lightyear, which he played with on the entire walk back to our hotel, and it was SO CUTE HE WAS SO HAPPY YOU GUYS.

We watched World of Color again, and this time he was really into it, like he dragged the chair over to watch out the window. It was really cute, because he’d been kind of in and out the night before. Then fireworks, then we went to bed (again we all had to go to get him to settle down).

This morning he got a wake up call (we were already up) from Mickey, which was really sweet. We packed up and got out of there. We made great time all the way back.

He did such a great job. We went into this knowing that he could melt down, he could get tired, we were just going to be chill and relaxed and not have expectations. But he stayed with us for the whole time. There was one meltdown post-Toontown, when he was tired and hungry and it was getting close to his normal bedtime (and he now says it happened because “I didn’t know what I wanted,” which is very wise). He was sweet and nice, and every time we took a picture of or with him, he looked nicely at the camera and smiled and said cheese. He stayed with us, he held hands, he said please and thank you. He was WONDERFUL.

If this is four, sign me up.

What a fantastic little boy. He’s so great. I’m really glad we were able to do this with him…and with just him. He’s adjusted really well to having a little sister, so I’m glad we could reward him for that by giving him a really special, big boy trip. And now he knows what Disneyland is, and he’s already asking to go back!




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The Disappearing Wubbanubs

One of the things you never knew you needed for your baby is a pacifier with a stuffed animal attached.


We got Baby H one when she born, and then she never cared about pacifiers until she was 7 or 8 months old, and then it became ALL the rage. She had a kitty at first, and then we got her a lamb as a backup…and then the kitty just disappeared. Completely gone.

Drew got her a hippo for her birthday, but then the lamb was SO DIRTY and we didn’t think we could go the length of a load of laundry without a pacifier, so we gave her the hippo a few days early while we washed the lamb. Then just as the lamb came out of the washing machine…the hippo DISAPPEARED.

Like, we had it. In the house. Now no one can find it. Where could it possibly have gone? It’s not even a matter of “maybe it’s in the car, maybe it got left at the store.” We know exactly where we were when we had it and then when we couldn’t find it.

So I’m just saying…is it at all possible…that when our backs are turned, the stuffed animals are becoming sentient and getting up and leaving? Like, is that possible?

It’s funny because when this started, my concern was, what do you do with the stuffed animal part when the pacifier part starts to wear out? They don’t detach – do you just throw the whole thing out? I hate that idea. Now it appears (pun intended) we won’t ever have to deal with that conundrum.

I’m looking at Amazon wondering if I should get another one. But if they ARE becoming sentient, should I avoid the dragon and the tiger, and instead get a penguin or bunny? Just to be on the safe side?

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How to clean a midsized 2-bedroom apartment in one day

Start early by just letting things go. Clean up kids’ toys by just scooping them into the nearest receptacle or pouring everything into a toy box. Don’t worry about keeping sets distinct or books on the shelves. Do this for several weeks.

The night before you plan to clean, have dreams about finding an extra room in your house, and realizing you can use it as a pantry or the baby’s room. Wake at 2am and have trouble falling back to sleep. Spend the time thinking about your game plan the next day.

On the day of, drop the baby at daycare and the 3-year-old at preschool. Swing by Target for any cleaning supplies you might still need. Skip Starbucks, like the dedicated and devout person you are. Head home and drink the ready-made Starbucks coffee in the fridge while you collect the curtains from your son’s room and the bath mats from the bathroom. Take only these things to the laundromat to wash. On the way, ponder how often you’re supposed to wash curtains. Then stop pondering, because that way lies madness.

Set the wash cycles and go home. Spend 20 minutes moving furniture and washing windows before going back to move stuff to the dryer. A 45-minute cycle. Repeat.

In your son’s room, dump out every bucket, bowl, and box you can find. Sort through myriad toys, move them into piles: Monsters Inc, blocks, tiny-sized books that you keep finding all throughout the apartment, trains, puzzles, motorcycles. Quietly choose a couple piles that are going to disappear before the day is up. Sit back and survey your piles, wonder where the other half of the stuff is. Remember the toy chest in the living room, and fetch that too.

Go get the curtains and bath mats. They’re dry and extremely soft despite not using dryer sheets. Look at the laundry detergent and realize it was fabric softener. Oops.

Work for four and a half hours on your son’s room. Feel inordinately proud of it when you back out of the room, admiring your handiwork. Think of the time your husband said he used to love it when he’d come home from school and his mom would have cleaned his room for him. Imagine how happy your son will be when he comes home.

Work on the kitchen. You hate sweeping, hate mopping more – do it anyway. Work on your bedroom, although it’s actually not in bad shape. Move bags and bags of stuff to the living room – stuff for the dumpster, but even more stuff to donate. Tons of baby gear, clothes from everyone’s dressers, three boxes of baby feeding stuff. Sweat. Check your fitbit – you have almost 6000 steps already, despite having only left the apartment to go to do laundry.

Finally, realize the end of the day is nearing. Clean your way into the bathroom, as if you’re painting yourself into the shower in the corner. Feel accomplished and satisfied with yourself today. Then realize that you’re out of soap. Appreciate the situational irony, then use your son’s watermelon-scented 3-in-1 soap. Rinse off in cold water.

Put on clean, folded clothes from the diminished piles in your dresser. Lay down for a minute to enjoy the sun coming in the clean windows.

Wait for your progeny to come home and destroy it all.


“Mommy, why’d you do this to my room?”

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Playground perils

I took B and H to Frontierland, a playground near us, to tire them out for naptime. But after I’d parked, as I was organizing our stuff, putting on the Ergo, etc., I realized that there were three or four adults yelling at each other on the playground. Luckily both kids were still in their car seats, so I tried to surreptitiously watch to get a handle on the situation, but then H was crying (super fussy; possible teething) and B was saying “MOOOOOOOMMY I WANT TO GO PLAAAAYYYYY” over and over again.

There was another mom coming down the stairs herding her two kids in front of her, and she was saying “We have to go wait in the car until those people leave.” And I said, “Does it look like they’re leaving?” She said, “I hope so.” Then she put her kids in the car.

One of the guys was now following around one of the women, who was holding a girl who looked about four years old. The guy was shouting at her, and then he started yelling, “Someone call the police! I need someone to call the police for me! This is kidnapping!” So I got out my phone and called the police department, and told them where I was and that there were a bunch of adults fighting (verbally). The dispatcher said they already had a unit on the way, but asked me to stay on the line in case they needed more info.

By this point the couple was coming down the stairs toward my car, the kid was crying, and the man kept saying to the woman, “Don’t hurt her! Don’t hurt her!” I got in my car and that’s when I saw the police car pull up. An officer got out and separated everyone, and then he seemed to have it under control so I, along with all the moms who had been waiting cautiously with our kids in our cars, headed for the playground.

It actually sounded like the dad was in the right – he said it was his day to have the kid, she spent the night at his house and then when he took her to playground this morning, the mom showed up and tried to take her back. The dad had the custody order in his wallet, but the mom didn’t have anything to back her up.

Up at the playground, some nosy moms were talking (really loudly) about how awful it would be to have to carry those papers around. One said, “That’s why you gotta keep it amicable,” as if people choose to have really contentious breakups where they constantly fight over their children. Mostly I was just really sad for the kid, who looked like she was about B’s age, and who got forcibly carried off of a playground by her mom while her dad yelled at them and then the cops came. How awful.

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5 Things I Got My Husband to Admit He Hates About Me

I see a lot of…inspirational stories in my Facebook newsfeed. Lots of mommy-positive things, or lady-positive things, or just human-positive things. Honestly it’s a nice reprieve from the political stuff, which for a while was really taking over. But if I had my druthers, I’d like to see more amusing status updates from my funny friends, and lists of witty photoshopped images.

Anyway. I recently read this article called “7 Things Your Husband Hates About You (Yes, Really)” and what a juicy title, so I clicked on it. Of course they’re all things like “Every time you call yourself fat” and “How much pressure you put on yourself.” Listen, he may hate those things but really this is just a long-form way of explaining how great the writer is and why we should just be confident about ourselves.

…Not that that’s a bad thing.

BUT, I wanted to put together a more honest list of things that your (or my) husband might hate about you (or me). It took some wheedling to convince him to be honest, but I think I got some pretty good answers here.

5 Things I Got My Husband to Admit He Hates About Me

Wait, are you sure about this? You’re SURE? Okay.

1. I hate that you eat raw eggs in bed. 

You keep getting albumen on the sheets. I know you want a high-protein midnight snack, but could you please just have it in the kitchen? Or at least use a coffee cup or something? You know, peanut butter crackers have a lot of protein too, and then I’d just have to deal with crumbs.

FullSizeRender (2)2. I hate your Snagglepuss tattoo.

I know everyone does stupid things when they’re young, but I don’t know if 31 can rightly be considered “young.” It’s a weird tattoo, and is he flipping us off? And why are you so excited about it? I just don’t get it. I know you like to tell people you got it “in prison” but honestly, I just wish you would get it removed.

3. I hate that whenever we have a fight, you start filming it on your phone in case it “goes viral.”

I don’t think you actually know what “go viral” means, and it’s really disconcerting to have a phone in my face when I’m trying to argue a point. Some things are sacred, and so should the fights between a husband and wife be. I’m not going to punch a wall or fall on my face or do anything that is worth putting online or sending to America’s Funniest Home Videos. And yes, I know it’s called AFV now. No, I don’t want to fight about it. NO PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN.

4. I hate that you think DIYing things is a good idea.

I hate that you saw something on Pinterest, spent $200 on supplies, and DIYed us “matching” pillows with slightly off Disney princesses on them. It is way creepy to lay me down to sleep on this every night. But you won’t give me my regular rectangular pillow back. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in 6 months, because I keep waking up with my face pressed to this.


5. Finally, I hate that even though we both have iPhones, you still insist on printing out step-by-step directions from MapQuest if we’re going somewhere unfamiliar.

You know that’s just a waste of paper, right? And makes no sense, given the way technology has grown by leaps and bounds? You know no one liked MapQuest even when it was the only option, right? Oh no, but please, print out four pages of directions, the first page of which is just how to get out of our neighborhood. That’s helpful. Okay, let’s get out of here. Which way out the front door, again?

Thanks, honey. Love you too!


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The State of the Union – July 2016

I’ve been working on this clip show post for a while…a long enough while that my original plan was to post on July 1, as a halfway-through-the-year thing. Oh well!

2016 has been good to us so far!

IMG_8181Baby H has grown out of her colicky newborn phase, and into a brilliant, adorable baby (who still has quite the voice when she wants to submit her disapproval of something). She’s 10 months and change now, talkative, opinionated, hungry. She stands on her own and has taken a couple little tiny one-off steps, but we’re expecting that to escalate quickly any day now. She’s been into light switches for a few days but could only turn them off, but today she figured out on, and now that will keep her occupied for a while. I want to put her in dresses more often, but they hinder her movement and she gets mad, which is cute. The last few weeks, she has really sucked at naps, which is frustrating, but I’m hoping it’s a phase. It might be tooth #8 attempting to make an appearance. But we try to blame a lot of things on teething.

IMG_8220As B gets closer to his fourth year, we’re seeing a change in his personality. Like maybe there is a light at the end of this threes tunnel. He started preschool about a month ago and he seems to love it. The other day he brought home his first artwork: a painted fish and a drawing of seaweed. I think they’re doing an ocean unit. He’s a chatterbox and it’s funny (but enlightening) how often I hear my words coming out of his mouth. Today he kept telling me, “Uh oh Mommy, that car cut us off!” That happened days ago, but he’s apparently got some road rage left over. We put up some rainbow lights in his room (which we use as a nightlight now) and this morning when I took H in to get him up, he was trying to show them to her. He said “Look, Baby H, look at my lights! Uh oh, she’s lookin the wrong way. Look over here!” It was so adorable and so human. Or something. We’ve been going out to a lot of parks and playgrounds, trying to find new cool places. Last weekend we went to Frontierland near us, which wasn’t new, but we haven’t been there since B was much younger. This was the first time we’ve gone anywhere that we both felt more comfortable letting him out of our sight – going short periods of times not knowing exactly where he was. It was a new experience and, I think, a big milestone for us as much as for him. His birthday’s in a couple months and we’re trying to figure out what we should do this year.


B and H at 10.5 months

Drew started a new job as a social worker three weeks ago. He has a big caseload and I’m overwhelmed for him at the idea of tackling so much right off the bat, with very little training. He seems to be doing fine though. It’s actually his first office job, so he keeps asking me things like “Do you share your Outlook calendar with your coworkers?” which I think is funny. (The answer of course is NO! Haha, just kidding.) The new job means he’s not on 24/7 call anymore, which is nice, but he’s far less accessible to me during the day, which means fewer texts. My life is so hard.

I’m currently on my last regular class of my master’s program. After this I have two terms that will just be thesis writing, and then around the new year I’ll be done! I can’t believe it’s almost over – it’s kind of sad in a way. I’m intimidated by the idea of writing a thesis (and within, like, a 5 month period) but also really, really excited. I’m also hoping to parlay this experience into an online teaching position, since I know now that I have the time to devote to it.

IMG_7637We’ve been seeing a lot of whales near the Pacifica pier lately. It’s been really cool. Apparently there is actually a larger than usual number of them, and they are mostly humpback whales, which are extra acrobatic. We see them when we’re driving past the ocean, or even coming down the hill, from further away, or when we go for walks. I’ve never seen so many whales in the wild, and it’s really encouraging and awesome to see them. (I guess there are also extra blue whales, gray whales, and great white sharks out lately on this part of the coast, which all feels like good news to me. Yay nature!) Anyway, that’s been a fun thing so far this summer. B will now say, “Oh! Did you see that? It was a baby whale!” even if he probably didn’t see anything. It’s that mimicry thing coming out again.

So. Happy 2016 y’all.

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Let Me Google That For You

Let Me Google That For You is a fantastic passive aggressive tool if you know someone who asks you a lot of questions, and you’d like to alienate them. For example, let’s say your cousin keeps texting you and you want to end the conversation but then she asks, “Hey, what’s the order of operations again?” You pull up LMGTFY, and send her this link:


(Okay, but seriously, you have to click the link to get the full effect.)

(Did you do it?)


Now your cousin feels dumb and thinks you’re kind of a douche, but theoretically she lays off on asking you questions that she can literally just look up herself, maybe even easier than asking you. Great job.

I have LMGTFY anxiety. Sometimes I’ll be asking someone something, and then I’ll stop and be like, I should just look this up myself. I don’t need to bother them. I can find this answer on the internet in probably less than 10 seconds.

But here’s the thing: by deleting that half-typed text, there’s an element of social interaction that gets lost. I can look up facts about Survivor, or I can ask Jonathan and he can wax poetic about it and give me his analysis. I can google that movie with Brittany Murphy that I saw back in high school…or I can start up a conversation with Kirsten and we can try to figure out what the name of it was. And Drew…well, I don’t really have a filter with him, so I’m pretty much just asking questions 24/7, but he’s kind of developed a sort of verbal LMGTFY, or at least a tone that says the same thing, that he can bring out from time to time.

So while I approve the use of LMGTFY when it’s amusing, and I am constantly impressed by the wealth of information available at our fingertips any time of day or night…I don’t want to completely give up on asking questions of my friends. To do so would be killing off a certain amount of conversation and personal connection.

Okay. Ask me your best LMGTFY question. I’ll do my best to answer it without snark.

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