Blessings at Disneyland

When I created this blog, it was supposed to be about my adventures to Disneyland with Wyatt.  It was the reward I gave myself for overcoming the emotional turmoil of an unsuccessful invitro-fertilization treatment, losing 20 pounds, and discovering a love for my life the way it was at that exact moment.  I never in a million years thought I would be coming to Disneyland with a new baby.  I thought that dream for me was over.  Yet, here I was, walking down Main Street, listening to the music, smelling the popcorn and warm churros, pointing out Mickey to Wyatt, all while pushing a stroller with an unexpected, wonderful blessing sound a sleep inside.

It's a definite transition, learning to do things like Disneyland with a baby.  You don't get to go on all the rides with everyone.  You always need to be aware of the time just in case he needs a feeding.  The hand gel is never right where you need it, when you need it.  But its ok.  Because there are a few things I know.  I know that I will be greeted with a smile by a cast member in the Baby Center if I need a quiet place to put Carter's PJ's on him.  I know that sitting on a park bench feeding a baby is a great time to people watch (and maybe eat a churro after).  I know eventually I will get to experience all of the Fantasyland rides all over again, since Wyatt feels he's too old to ride them already.  And I know that Carter will grow to love this place just as much as Wyatt and I do.  Disneyland with a baby is a wonderful, blessed thing!