It was a great day for Disneyland and California Adventure.  Sunny, but not too hot.  It was fairly crowded, but not the worst I've seen, by a long shot.  My Little Guys are still small enough that they get a big kick out of all the Little Kiddie attractions, so we did several of those.  They LOVE riding on Heimlich the Caterpillar, slowly winding our way through a carrot, an apple, a giant slice of watermelon, and a box of animal crackers. They always want to ride again and again.  If lines are short, I humor them, but today the line was pretty long, so we just went once!

And so the day wore on.  My 3-year-old was tall enough to ride Soaring Over California for the first time, so that was a big thrill for him!  We visited Monstropolis and Play House Disney, chatted with Crush the Sea Turtle and got our voices stolen by the bad witch from the Mermaid. We listened to street singers and we spent a long time playing in the National Park area of California Adventure.  We moved over to the Disneyland side and went through Tarzan's tree house a couple of times, then followed the Rabbit down to Alice's Wonderland.  We spent a while in the Tomorrowland Carousel of Progress, checking out all the marvels of the super-tech "home" and listening to animated tales of Peter Pan.  We wound up the day watching and participating in the pulsing "Block Party" on Main Street, much to the delight of the Little Ones.  They got to see some of their favorite characters, they got to dance with them in the street, and play the tambourine along with the rest of the music.  You could see their little-boy eyes sparkling and shining!

Finally, as it was getting dark, I loaded the kids up and headed out of the park.  They were bone tired, and so was I!!!  That was when those two miles back to the Parking Lot seemed really, really long.  It was getting chilly so I took off my sweatshirt to cover the boys a little better in the stroller.  We walked and walked... I had actually jogged from the parking lot to the theme park entrance in the morning, but by now it was just a matter of making it back to that far-away car, and it took us a full half-hour. 

Warm jammies for the boys, a last sandwich, a last carton of chocolate milk, and they were strapped in their car seats ready to sleep.  I made it home.   The boys were staying overnight with me, so I bedded them down and finally plopped down on the sofa beside my loving hubby.  I felt exhausted, but very, very happy!  What a privilege is mine, to enjoy time this way with my grandsons!