We hadn't been to Disneyland since 2009, when Dash was three years old and rather unpleasant as a state of being. It went better this time.
First thing, Josh and Dash got a map and came up with our plan of action.
Dash was mesmerized (almost as much as his mama) with the store window displays. The Ratatouille window was my favorite.
Here are the boys all hyped to go on Space Mountain!
Aaaaand, it didn't go very well. Poor Dash nearly crapped himself from sheer terror.
Dash art-directed that hat he's wearing and I sewed it. He calls it his "gamer hat" and he'll only wear it while playing video games. He actually brought it with him to Disneyland because Josh told him they had an arcade. So we walk into the arcade, he puts on the hat, plays a couple of games and when it's time to leave he takes it off again. Kids are fucking weirdos.
Pirates of the Caribbean!
At some point Josh went full pirate.
I don't care who you are or how old, it's impossible not to get giddy when you see Sleeping Beauty's castle.
Josh decided that he was going to get Dash & me to puke on the Teacups. Guess who was the only one to get nauseous. Take that, irony!
Dash loved the Indiana Jones ride. Josh may have loved it slightly less.
And so, finally, I refuse to leave Disneyland without heading to Small World. The boys make fun of me, but I'm pretty sure they think it's pretty magical, too.