Oh, Internet. I just want to talk about Dee’s first trip to Disneyland.

Sunday morning Delilah woke us up saying “I want to see Mickey and Pluto and Minnie and Goofy and talk to them.  And Donald Duck.”

Dee George is really super in to talking right now.  She’s pretty sure she knows all the words and she is just amped up to use them.  She forgoes shy-ness on most occasions in favor of just rattling off all the words she knows to anyone who will listen…which really freaks people out because she’s also still miniature and has very little hair.

So anyway – we took her to Disneyland and she didn’t cry or recoil from her “friends” (what she calls the characters) for a second.  She did however, barely utter a word to anyone BUT Mickey and the gang the entire day while she stared in awe trying to take in all of the sights and sounds and friends the Magic Kingdom had to offer.

[pretty much how Dee looked the whole day, above, seeing Mickey dance about 10 feet in front of her with her big cousin Eves…POV below]

On the drive down, I was gripped with the realization that I was going to Dland as a parent for the first time.  As we pulled in on the monorail (which was AWESOME, by the way – parking in downtown disney and catching the monorail into Tomorrowland gave Dee an incredible view of the insanity before we hit the ground running) my mouth was dry — I think a sense memory from looking down on the dumpsters we congregated at on Grad Night — the most depraved activity the happiest place on earth plays host to (they open the park to about 1000 High School seniors over night.)  And all the while with my toddler on my lap.  And my formerly punk-rock teenaged boyfriend had somehow morphed into this full-blown-man-husband-feather-person sitting next to me.

I mean…It was the best day.  Being a parent at Disneyland turned out to be WAY MORE AWESOME than being a kid at Disneyland.  We strolled through the park with our girl, watching her tiny mind be blown at every turn, and then when we tucked her into bed that night, we got to listen as she finally opened her mouth and let the excitement turn into a flow of abrupt shouts that included “I see Mickey and talk to him and hug him!” and “I show Pooh my kitty!”  (Oh, c’mon you perverts — we let her pick out a stuffed animal and she chose Marie from the Aristocats.)  She’s still shouting about new memories every few minutes.

5 Responses to Oh, Internet. I just want to talk about Dee’s first trip to Disneyland.

  1. You’re so right on about experiencing things through the eyes of your kid. Taking Abby to see Yo Gabba Gabba was amazeballs. I teared up even. It’s the best part of being a parent, if you ask me. Can’t wait to trek to CA to take Abby to Disneyland. It’s definitely going to happen. Perhaps we can meet up ;)

    PS: I did the whole grad night thing too…but you know Disney World. Did they make you dress all nice? I thought that was the dumbest thing.

  2. We took the Little Dude to Disneyland just before Halloween, shortly before he turned two. As someone who grew up on the other side of the country I had only been there twice before, over a span of 30+ years. It was a big deal to my wife though and I think our brief visit lived up to her expectations. And definitely filled my quota for a while. Oh, and BC enjoyed it as well.

  3. Jayme says:

    I love this. We took Dylan on her first birthday, because I COULD NOT WAIT ONE MORE SECOND to introduce her to my favorite place in the world. I think I’d been waiting since we found out I was pregnant to go. She freaked out the entire time we were there, and laughed more than I’d ever heard her laugh, and of course doesn’t remember a damn thing. Now that she’s getting older and more vocal and is more cognitive, she recognizes Minnie and Mickey and the whole gang. I cannot wait to go back. And you’re absolutely right, Disneyland as a parent is the greatest thing. Ever.

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