More Disneyland Pictures

I'm never very good at these self-portraits . . . But here we are on the teacups.  It's somewhere around 2 or 3 in the afternoon, and I had been up since 3:15 am.  The boys did great that first day.

Yes, the boys did great that first long day -- up early, driving all day, etc.  No meltdowns at all.  Apparently, though, Z wasn't very in to the parade.  I was diggin' it, and J thought it was cool, but here is Z, not paying attention to a thing . . . sunglasses, cheetos face, and frozen drink.  Can't even tell by looking that it's his first day at Disneyland.  Punk.

J and Z, with Winnie the Pooh.  I feel a little bad that we didn't get more characters, but each time we were either on our way somewhere, or there was a huge line already.  It also wasn't a priority.  Pooh and Tigger were together, then there was Woody and Jessie, and Mickey Mouse, of course.  The sights and the rides (and naptimes) were more important.

J, trying to open the un-openable door in Toontown.