it's a small world, astronaut

waiting for the submarine ride

well, i've done it. at the young age of 31, i took my first trip to disneyland. owen and i had a special adventure along with my dear friend & cousin, faye, and her sweet daughter, evan. from the minute we arrived in the parking structure, until the moment he passed out in the stroller at 9pm, owen was in a steady state of wonder.

we rode about 15 rides, which i understand to be quite an accomplishment for a single day at disneyland. i wish i could capture the level of excitement in owen's voice when he saw mickey mouse from the monorail, the amazement in his eyes at the people getting soaked on splash mountain, and goosebumps on his little arms when we first spotted nemo on the underwater submarine adventure. we loved the hand-dipped corn dogs and cotton candy and were blown away by the fireworks display.

Astro Orbiter

my favorite part of the day was hearing owen and evan sing their versions of "it's a small world". evan sang it for the better part of the day, and owen has been humming the tune, or singing his own version, "it's a small world, astronaut" since we got off the boat.

Evan & Faye aboard "Small World"

On the Disney railway

burning off some sugar in Toontown

tonight, in all seriousness, owen asked, "mama, why does winnie the pooh like honey so much? why doesn't he like edamame?"

Comments

Karin said…

That is an excellent question. Why doesn't he like edamame, its so tasty!

September 30, 2009 at 3:12 PM

mama mia said…

So glad you finally made it to Disneyland, Erin! Looks like you the O-man had a ball...I love seeing the photos of Faye and Evan too.

September 30, 2009 at 6:04 PM

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