Yesterday was Reese's birthday bash at Disneyland. Before we headed out, my dear friend Ali came by to drop off Reese's birthday present, and of course, gifts for Garrett and Brooke. Garrett got a big sprinkler ball and the girls got matching bikinis, swim cover-ups and crocs. Reese squealed with delight at her new crocs. She said, "now I have crocs like my friend Jordyn". And she just thought that Brooke's crocs were the cutest things ever. So, we dropped off Brooke at my parents' house and headed out to Disneyland.
In the car, we asked Reese which ride she wanted to go on first. She said, "I want to go on Matterhorn". We get there and it's crowded and I'm thinking that we are going to spend another day waiting in lines. It actually wasn't too bad but more crowded than I was expecting for a Tuesday. We went on some rides and meet up with my friend Karina and her two girls.
In line for peter pan, first time for the kids because it always has at least a 50 minute wait time but today it was only 30 minutes.
Garrett, Reese and Tori after climbing the Tarzan Tree house.
Then at 2:50 we had lunch reservations at Ariel's grotto. At Ariel's grotto, 4 of the Disney princesses come around while you eat. This was the main event of the day.
As we're waiting in line to go down to be seated my camera runs out of batteries. Luckily, there was a gift shop just across from Ariel's grotto and daddy went to buy some. We couldn't see the princesses without taking pictures. I did hear it from Aaron because he told me to check the batteries and I assured him that they were new. For something so small, my camera sure does suck the life out of batteries quickly.
The first princesses to greet us was Ariel at the bottom of the stairs. Reese had her picture taken with her and then had her sign her autograph book.
The princesses are coming!
Reese said, "Snow white is my favorite" and you can tell that she's thrilled to have a picture with her favorite princess.
Cinderella
Sleeping Beauty
This is Jane from Tarzan.
Once we were finished eating, they brought our dessert and they sang to Reese for her birthday.
You can't tell by her expression but she was surprised and delighted when they came to sing to her. I think she felt like she was a princess with all the attention.
After leaving Ariel's grotto, we decided to stay at California adventure and go on some of the rides. Garrett and daddy went on more of the rides since Reese didn't reach the height requirement. But we went into Bug's life area were they had rides that Reese could ride. On the way out Reese wanted Aaron to carry her on his shoulders. Earlier she was riding on his shoulders and Garrett wanted a ride and Aaron told him that it was Reese's birthday so she gets a longer ride. Well, when she wanted a ride on daddy's shoulders again, he told her no. She said, "but it's my birthday" and daddy couldn't resist. You have to be careful of what you say because little ears are always listening and ready to repeat what you say.
Being carried like the princess that she is!The kids wanted to go back to Disneyland and go on some more rides. We went back on Matterhorn, autopia, and Garrett and I went on space mountain. Reese and daddy went on Matterhorn again. After all that, we were read to head home. The kids were tired and so were we and I still had cupcakes to bake for Reese's class so she could celebrate her birthday at school. When we got back in the car all the kids could talk about was the two roller coasters that they loved riding. Then all of a sudden, Reese says, "my feet hurt". I told her mine did too. I'm surprised that she didn't complain earlier since we didn't take a stroller for the first time ever!
1 comment:
how freaking cute! Reese looks like she had a great time! It looks like you found some great places at "California". everytime I go there, I can't find anything! I'm glad you guys had a good time, maybe we can try to take the kids sometime... or maybe just 1 kid! hahaha..... Ryan is on my case to go to Disneyland after seeing your pictures!
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