Last Wednesday night some of our favorites descended. Erica and her brood had a fever, and the only prescription, was Disneyland, CA Adventure, and Hotel Ladera Land. I am so glad.
They're hilarious and sweet. J gave me a hug just because he was so happy with my choice of Orange Juice (Tropicana 50 -- he clearly has been taught 50% fewer calories is better than 0% fewer calories). The girls, per usual, asked for any opportunity to help around the house. They all made me feel like a million bucks when they'd ask to be my partner on a ride. And while the older kids and adult(s) went on the rides that are not recommended for "Expectant Mothers," I had a little pal (who did not yet meet the height requirement) to hang out with me and go on the carousel or play Angry Birds. I got QT with ALL of them! Yes, members of the Hayes and Reynolds families and beyond, I know you're jealous, and I'm going to rub it in good with some adorable pictures!
I just hope they were having fun. Sometimes I wondered. :)
Disneyland improves 50 times over with kids in tow.
One of the Disneyland employees told me I should name the baby Mickey or Donald or Walt. Jeff and I chuckled politely, and then realized she was totally dead serious. And I swear Jeff and I didn't match on purpose.
Just imagine the possibilities when an arrow is carefully deposited into the Wheat Thins!
My non-roller coaster riding companion with a bed head to be proud of. Erica tells me he has the same hair as Jeff at that age -- crossing my fingers way too hard for the blonde gene to dominate!
That lovely song from White Christmas comes into my head when I look at this picture.
Thanks for coming, my dears! The door to Chez Hayes is always open.
And I'm still pregnant. How does that work?