Can you tell which of my children is easily overstimulated? (Actually, looking at that picture, can you tell which of my children is positioning themselves to have a Paris Hilton-esque wardrobe malfunction?) (She is wearing underwear, I am almost positive.)
Poor Hayden. Everything was just too much. Too loud, too bright, too in your face. Zeni, on the other hand, couldn't get enough. The only time she was upset was when she was too short for the roller coasters.
Back to the guide.
We arrived early and got a seat right up front. They select kids from the audience and I went totally Toddlers and Tiaras on Hayden's ass: "OK honey, you have to jump up and down and yell and do your best star wars poses and be really cute and not too loud and don't shove anyone but do try and stand right in front....." Not my most soothing parenting, but by golly it worked, and since beating your peers is all that matters it was totally worth it
The Jedi Master pointed his lightsaber at Hayden thereby ensuring his place as a Padawan in the 10:30 training. mmmm. Stoked he was. Training ensued. They were given robes and training sabers and chanted, all communist work-camp style, as they practiced their moves: "left shoulder, right shoulder, duck, strike!" It was totally awesome.
Then this happened:
Proud, folks. It was a proud moment.
There are other stories from our Disney trip. Stories of 2 kids grinning so big the rest of their faces looked contorted. Stories of truly magical moments, of spending time with good friends we don't get to see enough, of waking up every morning to the silhouette of the kids looking out on the magical land and planning their day. But honestly, this story is my favorite.
Happy Disneyland everyone!