I'm doing it again.
We took our annual trip to Disneyland last month and guess what, it was hotter than hell. Like seriously. LA happened to be having a crazy, record-breaking heatwave. Which explains why we look like we just swam through a tsunami in all of these pictures.
We hit up the shops at Downtown Disney and then drowned our empty wallet's sorrows at the hotel pool. With nothing to do during the whole ten minutes that it took the front desk to check us in, the girls got bored.
I entertained the girls by sweating profusely and showing off my corpse legs.
They finally got their room keys and were stoked to start the "real" vacation.
That night, we raged in the pool and stayed up late eating exotic foods, like hot dogs and snickerdoodles. I didn't take any pictures because I was busy chillaxing in a boiling hot jacuzzi that was filled with little while floaty things that Vicki pointed out were probably from an exploded diaper.
We made it to the California Adventure entrance just a few minutes after they opened and were in the park in under 15 minutes. It was during that period that I began to question my earlier decision to spray every bare-skinned surface of my body with Hawaiian Tropic.
The girls plan their attack.
Yay! We're here!
Taking a breather to watch this mouse party like it's 1929.
Pearl, daydreaming about Ghiradelli waffle cones.
I'm pretty sure she was in the process of giving backwards peace fingers, but the timing on this one turned out to be spot on.
Chilled treats were necessary. It was uncomfortably hot.
Tate, Vicki, and cousin Hope
Pearl's favorite snack. Bleh. I can't wait till she outgrows this obsession.
Celebrating her 7th birthday!
We had the power misters going all day long.
This photo is one of my favorites because of the context. Hope told Pearl about this ride called Goofy's Sky School. I think maybe Hope had learned about it from a classmate or something. Not knowing anything about it, both girls were excited. I, on the other hand, picked up on the screams coming from the area and decided to sit this one out. Eric and Tate went with the girls while Vicki and I sat in the shade. I managed to snap the photo above as they went looping by, but I couldn't tell if Pearl was enjoying it or not. Turns out, she hated it. Apparently, she started screaming right from the start and was in full bawl-mode by the time they got off. Lol.
Dinner at The House of Blues.
Watching beignets being made at Jazz Kitchen Express. Mmmm, so good- like a doughy pillow of powdered doughnut. But better.
Beignets. It's a must at Downtown Disney.
Can you tell we're exhausted and dripping with sweat? Of course you can.
On the way back to the parking structure. The heat had melted Pearl's spirit.
The end of another wonderful family vacation.