In September 2004 we took the boys to Disneyland with Grandma and Grandpa. We went a couple of weeks after school had started; Chester was 4 1/2 and Peanut was 9 months old. We drove (of course; The Wise One hates to fly and our boys will learn to love road trips the way we do).
The scoop, with pictures, after the jump:
We spent four days at Disneyland and one at Universal Studios. The last day we were there, we were in the Hollywood Pictures Backlot in the California Adventure park and there were hardly any people around.* There was a stage for some kind of performance that wasn’t scheduled for the day, so we played around and took a few pictures of Chester and I with some of the props. Then we sat down on one of the benches just to rest and get a drink and figure out what everybody wanted to do next.
Now, even though the park was relatively empty, Chester had still had to wait in line to meet the characters we saw on the street, and got about 10 seconds with them — get their autograph, turn and smile for a picture, next! But while we were sitting there that morning, Goofy wandered around a corner and came over to where we were sitting.
Chester was in awe. Goofy sat and played with Peanut in his stroller, took pictures with Chester, and just hung out for a good five minutes (which was probably just two, but it seemed like a long time). Somewhere we’ve got video, but you can see from the pictures that it was a memory I’ll always cherish. Geez, that sounds sappy.
More pictures from our trip:
One of the rare photos from this trip where Peanut is smiling. He was sick pretty much the whole time we were there; he came down with a fever the first day we were out in Disneyland and the southern California sun certainly didn’t make him any more agreeable. This was while he was feeling better, and enjoying the water.
Here I am, feeding Peanut to Shrek.
Kids will do whatever you tell them to.
Them boxes are just a bit too big.
That’s all for now. Thanks for playing.
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*Actually, it was like that all week; right after school starts seems to be a premium time to go. We waited in hardly any lines, and when we did, it was for 15 minutes, tops. At Universal Studios, we rode the Jurassic Park ride 2 or 3 times; when it got done, we’d get off, walk around to the front, and get back in the same boat we had just exited. My Dad and I went on the Mummy ride, and we walked right on — no wait.