We returned late last night from a 9 day vacation that we were sad to see end. We took the boys to California to spend time with Kevin’s family and several days at Disneyland. I will do several posts about our trip and the fantastically fun time we had, but this one is devoted to the words.
Ricky is not a quiet child and spending 13 hours in a car with him only intensifies his volume. Billy feels it necessary to match, if not beat, that volume. And since neither one slept much on the drive, I can only say, thank heavens for the DVD player!
We got up at 3 am and were on the road by 4 am. Our plan was to leave that early so that the boys would sleep for several hours. Ha. Let me say that again. HA! They woke up and were so excited to be going on vacation that they didn’t go back to sleep for a long time and even then didn’t sleep much.
As we passed through Las Vegas, Ricky’s voice came from the backseat, “Hey, the Jolly Roger!” Yup, there was a pirate flag.
The closer we got to Kevin’s folks’ home, they made less and less sense.
Billy was singing some song (probably made up, I don’t really remember) and Ricky said, actually yelled, “Stop singing that, Billy! Stop! You’re making me nervous!”
Then, just to create more love in the backseat, Billy started tormenting Ricky by repeating, “Me monkey too. Ricky monkey. Me monkey too.” Ricky didn’t appreciate that any better than the song.
Luckily for Ricky, we ran into traffic about that point. Billy, ever patient, began yelling at the cars around us, “Move, cars! Move!”
The day we left for Disneyland, we still hadn’t mentioned to the boys where we were going. I had let it slip that Mickey Mouse’s Clubhouse was in California, so Ricky was constantly looking for it. As we pulled into the resort, Ricky started reading signs and said, “Disney? That sign says Disney. Mickey Mouse is Disney!”
Lots more to come about Disneyland, I promise. After our 5 days at the park, we went back to Kevin’s folks. Ricky had his first Wii exposure with bowling. When it was someone’s turn to bowl, Ricky happily declared, “Momma, you’re up to bat!”