So lots has been happening lately. Wednesday we left to drive to Anaheim, planning to spend Thanksgiving at disneyland. We decided to take 101 down even though it’s a longer drive in order to avoid the congestion that would be on 152. The drive was pleasant and overall only a bit longer than the I-5 route with delays.

We stayed in the Super-8 motel, Anaheim. (Rating: 0 out of 5 stars.) it was the most inexpensive place we could find, but had lousy showers, bad beds, and you could see an inch of filth and mold on the fan in the bathroom.

Disneyland was busy on Thursday, PACKED on Friday and reasonable on Saturday. I was surprised at how many of the attractions are all-ages. We took Christian on Pirates, Haunted Mansion, Bugs Life, Roger Rabbit, Buzz Lightyear, Mr Toad – and he loved them all. Caitlin didn’t like them all, but he loved them. I was really impressed at how clean everything was, and even though there was a disillusionment phase (more on that in another post.)

Anyways, last night I’m over at D&J Hobby and we’re getting the kids into the car, and Caitlin says “Daddy, I don’t feel well.” She says that a lot, when she’s tired or upset. So I reach down and rub her tummy and say “Aww, does your tummy hurt?” and she looks and pukes all over, gallons, all over herself, my arms up to the elbows, her chair, clothes, car seat, etc. We hose her off, clean up everything as much as we can, and finally we get back in the van and get going, and when we get home, into the tub she goes, then I introduce her to ‘the bucket’, her new best friend. Then the next 3 times she pukes, the bucket is right there and I don’t have to change her or the bed, or the whatever.

Lost my train of thought though. (Choo Choo.)

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