Sunday, June 12, 2011

our very own disney princess

This was written while we were still at Disney. I wanted to make sure that Reagan knows years from now that this is what she did.

Last night we thought it would be fabulous for Luke to get a chance to see the fireworks show at Disney. He’s never really had the chance to see any fireworks before, not even the Independence Day ones. He’s just never been old enough. Our only hiccup to our plan was Reagan. She’d take such good naps in her stroller already that we thought it wouldn’t be an issue, and you know what? She was such a trooper through the fireworks. She really never even flinched through the entire show. I was so panicked about the whole thing and it worked out perfectly.
Until she woke up on our walk back out to our shuttle to the hotel. She had enough rest to be awake and perky, but when it came time to actually go to sleep for real, things went wrong. Very wrong. Screaming, kicking, wailing Reagan reared her ugly head until 2am. She wasn’t hungry. She wasn’t thirsty. She didn’t want to be held. She didn’t want to be on her own. She was over tired, worn out, over stimulated Reagan.
So now I sit here in the hotel room with her the next night as  she sleeps peacefully in her pack and play while Luke and Keith enjoy the fireworks show at California Adventures. I think this will be the best solution for everyone.

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