Fearing they'd hold them ransom for my two young children, I can't dump the pictures of The Event at Grami's house. So, no pics. Yet. But brace yourselves because Porkchop on It's a Small World and Scrunch meeting Tinkerbell...Whoa Nelly! This blog has never seen so much unfiltered cuteness.
Scrunch wanted to ride Thunder Mountain. She was only a half inch too short! I almost cried. I did tear when she met Tinkerbell. After waiting patiently for an hour, I was praying, "Please let this be worth it! Please let it be worth it." And it was. Total adoration all over her little Scrunch face.
Porkchop discovered pears and his life was complete. Pears and pixie dust. Very low maintenance, these kiddos of mine. They had fewer come-aparts than the big kids.
In our brilliance, we didn't take a stroller. Only the sling and the hiking backpack. Jillian Micheals 30 Day Shred has nothing on hiking Disneyland. It's my new weight loss plan.
Not realizing I was the mom, I overheard a little pre-pubcent punk-ass mock Porkchop for having one nostril bigger than another. It took all my self control not to womp some gratitude into his face this Holiday. Taibo-ing little shmucks and seemingly drunk stroller drivers is also in my new weight loss plan. I needn't have worried though because Husband had it covered. Good thing he's slightly hard of hearing himself or he'd have heard everyone he took out simply by turning around with the pack cuss him out.
You have not truly lived until you have maneuvered Porkchop, the hiking pack, the backpack, and the pump into the little curtained closet to pump at the childcare center. Next time I'll just unplug the Christmas tree lights for a few minutes and not be so modest.
Hopped up on fairy dust, Porkchop is training for the Olympics. He did a triple roll this morning. Right into the wall. We'll work on that before he attempts the luge. Ok, so that wasn't very funny. But still kind of funny just the same.
Sage parenting wisdom- Watch your mouth. It's gonna get repeated. Scrunch sat on Grami's floor playing with the Little People Nativity when she picked up Baby Jesus and flew him through the air calling him a 'Super Hero'. Thinking I was being funny, I called, "Baby Jesus to the rescue!!" Guess how many times we've heard that since? So glad she's too young for the Primary Program. I don't think she'd get us a part in the Nativity.
It doesn't matter anyway, because if she wasn't so tall her future would be in playing Minnie at The Happiest Place on Earth. I'm tellin ya, hang on to your Macs because when the pictures do come, it's gonna be cu-ute!
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