My favorite decorations were in New Orleans Square, which is my favorite section of Disneyland, period.
The most interesting moment was when a frail old grandma in Birkenstock sandals was walking in front of the "snow capped" castle at night and tripped and cracked her head open smack in front of us as we waited for the fireworks. Blood everywhere. Gross, I know. She fell so fast, she didn't even have time to brace herself with her hands. She landed straight on her face, and then didn't move for a long time. She had tripped on some one's camera tripod. My message to people who are going to bring their grandma that looks like she'd crack in half if she bent over...PUT THEM IN A WHEELCHAIR! Hello? Make them wear real shoes, not stupid sandals, and don't let her walk in places that are dark. And don't let her walk and sight see a sparkling castle at the same time! Thank you. I'm done with that now.
My most blissful moment of the trip...my hotel bed and the good ol' Ho Jo. I'm pretty sure I haven't slept well since I figured out I was preggo. Too much peeing, not being able to lay on my belly, a kinked neck for 2 weeks, and I have come to realize my bed is crap. There was something about that bed at the Ho Jo, and the four pillows all to myself that surrounded my body, that put my in a blissful sleep for 2 nights. I was sad to go back home, not because I wanted to stay in Disneyland, but that I was going to have to go back to my crappy bed and leave my Ho Jo bed in Anaheim.
But the best moment, my most favorite moment that almost put my hormones into a hissy and brought tears to my eyes...Me holding my Wyatt up so he could see the fireworks, his precious head resting on mine, his body cuddling close to mine and him whispering in my ear, "Mom, these fireworks are beautiful!" Awwww. Heart.melting.now.
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