This is, without a doubt, the most anticipated week of our family's year. Yes, I know we had a baby this year. That was pretty awesome. And we're all looking forward to Christmas. But this week, this very week, finally brings us to Disneyland.
Let me back up. When Mavis (sorry honey, I just love that nickame for her) was born, my lovely in-laws came out to help over Easter. My mother-in-law, forgetting what children are like, handed each child a page of Disney stickers and told them that in July, we were going to Disneyland. From that day forward, I have hard about Disneyland and princesses and Disneyland and Jedi training and Disneyland and Carsland and Disneyland every. single. day. We saved money in a jar for souvenirs. Let me tell you, earning 50 cents has never been so appealing to my kids. We visited the website and plotted out our ideal days. We watched the Travel Channel's several specials on Disneyland. In short, excitement invaded.
And now, it's here. It's finally here. We leave tomorrow morning and 0-dark-thirty. If all goes according to plan, we land in California before lunch. If you want to follow our adventures, then follow me on Instagram. I will be over-insta-ing all week long. I'm "jkigin" and I heart likes, if you're picking up what I'm putting down.
(A word to would-be robbers -- we have nothing of value. Nothing. Our tv cost less than $200. Oh, and our attack dog is staying.)