My daughter’s birthday is at the end of the month. Time has gone by so fast; I feel like I just had her. Has it really been three years!?
Her first birthday was spent at our house. It wasn’t flashy, but a lot of people came – about 50, no exaggeration. For her second birthday, we had a picnic, opened gifts, and then a few of us went to Micke Grove Zoo. We had just close family and a couple friends come, but still a nice turn out.
This year, we decided to just keep it low-key (She’s old news now anyway. Kidding!) and that sparked an idea for my wonderful, but crazy, mother in law: “I want to take her to Disneyland!”
The hubs and I looked at each other with a silent “Yeah, right.” We didn’t want to seem evil, but we politely declined. Anyway, it’s not like we have that kind of money. An adult ticket to Disneyland is $87; a child’s ticket, $81. Yeah. For real.
“Who says YOU have to go. I want to take HER.”
Them’s fighting words now.
Oh. Hell. No. You are not taking my kid to the “Happiest place on Earth” for the first time without her parents being there to share in that experience.
“I’ll pay for her and you pay for yourselves,” she proposed, raising an eyebrow and flashing a huge smile.
Parental huddle. The hubs and I agree that this is insane. Our daughter won’t remember this; it’s super expensive even just paying for ourselves; our son, who was on the way at the time, would be 3 months oldish and that in itself is a turn off since one of us would have to stay with him while the other rides with the other munchkin.
My cunning mother in law somehow triumphed in reminding us that we would be down that way anyway for a family visit. We could plan the Disneyland stop during that trip, she said, and she would meet us and get herself a hotel room that we could use to make the day easier. She also pointed out at least 20 rides suitable for the tot and couldn’t control her excitement in anticipation of our answer.
We’re suckers. Of course, we caved. She really wanted to do this. The woman is a Disney freak, bless her. The grandmother card was partially responsible. You win this time, MISSY!
To be honest, now that the date is approaching, we’re really excited to go. I’m not sure how much our daughter will remember, if anything, about the trip. I do know how excited she gets when “Peter Pan” comes on TV, or when we read her stories about the princesses, bugs, robots and other Disney crap. She’s a good little girl, and we can make it happen pretty much because of the in-laws. This trip is important memories for them, and us too.
And thank goodness the boy is free, and he just sleeps and lies there all day anyway. He definitely won’t know what’s going on.