Oh Mickey your so fine

Leave it to a toddler to knock down all your elitist sentiments about a certain mouse. No longer is Mickey the imperialist leader, gone are the Disney conspiracies, and I can't roll my eyes or snicker sarcastically when reffering to "the happiest place on Earth." When Nico says "Minty Mouse" it literally makes my eyes water. We spent Thanksgiving there this year. Nico had such a good time that he brought home a Mickey doll and has barely let go of it. These day's Mickey's gloves are a warm shade of grey. It coincidentally was the last day I nursed him, so perhaps his new found discovery of a " lovey" feels even more profound.
Since our Disney trip I have bought a SoCal pass. A perk of living near Anaheim is that for 6 bucks a month I can go to Disney on almost any weekday. We have been back twice! The trick is to bring your own food. (you didn't think I'd abandon all of my subversive ways did you? ) We eat our lunch, go on a few rides and then hit the road in time for nap. There's no pressure to stay late and go on every ride. Nico is not three yet so he is free. I also figure once he starts school we won't be able to go on weekdays, so this final year leading up to preschool is that sweet spot. These are the final months of mommy and me activites. It's bittersweet, and I want to make this memorable and fun for both of us. Our good friend and Hal's mom, Rebekah, recently joked that we're becoming the very thing we made fun of. She said that soon," we'll be wearing Mickey jewelry and celebrating our anniversaries at the Blue Bayou." Darn you Walt, darn you.


Nico let Poet take the lead at Disney last week.


Sitting together on it's a small world, looking pretty small.



Nico put his arm around his little lady on the ride.