Our hotel was great. Big, with a full kitchen and three beds....and cheap. I like cheap. Especially when a full breakfast is included in the cheap. Mmmm...savings.
Our first day we made to the park about 1PM. The weather was perfect. We rode Star Tours first. Then we went and had lunch, much to Jake's disappointment. He wanted to ride more right away and let us know with his words and big droopy lower lip. As he barely ate, I noticed his loose tooth kind of wiggling a bit. I asked him if he wanted me to take it out for him, or if he wanted to do it himself. He tried first, but couldn't get a good grip. I grabbed a napkin, got a good grip, gave it a gentle squeeze and POP!, out came his first tooth. He went from all frowny, to all smiles...blood and all. He is now our little toofless wonder. What a guy.
After that whole scene, we were off and running. Jake had a new big guy stride and Brady was about to show us something about him too. We went on Matterhorn,
At California Adventure, they have this crazy, sick, awesomely insane ride called The Tower of Terror. It's a 183 foot ride that looks like just an old outdated hotel, inside and out. There are cobwebs everywhere inside and it's dark and creepy. Besides that, there's not much too it. Except for the terrifying, blood curdling, vomit inducing ride at the top. This is what Brady wanted to ride. My five year old. My little guy. Since I am the only one that could take a ride like this, when he asked me, I had to say yes. I told him it would be scary, and let him watch a few rides from the outside, and how much people scream when they ride it...but he was undeterred. Ugh. We went inside, leaving Jake and Mommy at the entrance. I was hoping he would get scared at some point and turn back, but no such luck. I was freaking out on the inside, but I didn't dare show it to B. I was determined to let him have his fun, if this was his idea of fun. He was all excited the whole time. Not once did he even look concerned. The special effects before you even ride are just awesome. He got a kick out of the fake ghosts and spooky music. After our turn to buckle into the "elevator", he was just the picture of ready. The ride starts off nice, showing you some more cool affects, before revealing to you that you are about to possibly die on an amusement park ride, or at least feel like it. You see, it's not so much that the elevator drops from the top, you are actually pulled down by a cable at ungodly speeds and then lifts you back up and does it again over and over and random intervals. This causes your butt to go airborne, only held in by the thick seat belt. Holy Hell. Brady closed his eyes and held on for dear life. I held on to him and tried to keep from crying and puking. The ride isn't that long but it felt like 30 minutes of hell. When it stopped, Brady opened his eyes had started laughing like crazy. He had a single tear in his eye, and a huge smile on his. He kept saying, "My butt was in the air, I was floating!" over and over. The other riders, who were all grown adults all smiled and busted out laughing with him. Brady is brave beyond my ability, and I am not looking forward to his teenage years.
While me and B were busy trying to not crap our pants, Jake and Mommy found some other fun to get into. Sully from Monsters, Inc. was walking around and Jake became fast friends with him. He walked and held hands with the big guy all through the backlot until Sully had to go in for a break. Looking at Jake sometimes and how big he is, it is easy to think he is way older. But inside that huge body is sweet, tender hearted little fella who still likes him some animated characters come-to-life once in a while.
After three days of Disney they boys were not ready to leave, none of were so there were a few longing looks back at the main gate and few tearful goodbyes. We'll be back sometime, but for now...I am still so pumped up from all the fun we had and I know the boys are too. I'll let the pictures do the rest of the talking. Merry Christmas boys.
