Guest Post: Aunt Allison

Mason and I had a great time at Disneyland earlier this week so I offered to report on our little adventure.

The fun began when we stopped at the ATM to get cash on the way. I let Mason insert the card, push the buttons, remove the cash, etc. On the way back to the car he said, "That was fun, Aunt Allison. Let's do that ride again." He clutched the receipt in his sweaty little fist for hours because he thought it was money. I finally convinced him to put it in his pocket.

The real Disneyland was a hit, too. The highlights were seeing Buzz Lightyear, killing Zerg, the teacups, the Dumbo ride and the corndog and churro we shared.



Above is a photo of Mason and me by the Christmas tree. You can tell by the look on his face that he didn't really want his picture taken. I was just happy to have survived with only one ketchup stain. Below is a photo of the corndog before he attacked it. The corndog didn't stand a chance.




Waiting in line for the rides was a bit of a struggle for Mason. One time I looked down to find him prying some little girl's fingers from the railing and yelling, "Cut that out! Let me go first!" So, then I realized that I'd have to hold him so that he wouldn't terrorize other kids, climb all over the railings or all over other people. That didn't go over too well, either. He said really loudly, "Get your hands offa me!" I guess I missed the memo that Mason was the one in charge of Disneyland.

I told Meredith about how trying to hold him in line was like a WWF smackdown match that I was totally losing and she didn't have much sympathy for me. She said that's what it's like everytime they change his diaper, get him dressed or feed him. He's one active little boy. The fact that he's so dang cute does outweigh his other antics.