Disneyland! Day 2!

Getting loose.

Excited.

Excited. Pirates of the Caribbean.

Bribed him with popcorn to stand in front of Walt and the rodent.

We're at California Adventure, at the Tower of Terror. It's supposed to be an old, haunted hotel. It's spooky. They herd you into a room and show you a Rod Serling video. Then you go through the bowels of the building and wait for a service elevator. While we were waiting, Buster, for the first time in maybe a year, slipped his hand into mine.

We asked this security guard if he'd take a picture for us, so he did. Said it was about the 30th one of the day.

This is more like what we had in mind.

Back to the Princess Fantasy Faire for some face painting.

Another chat with Belle. Look at her feet. Can you stand it?

Random Cinderella sighting.

And Tink.

Back to the teacups. Day's over. Tired, but happy.

Yeah. Really tired. Good night, Disneyland.

Buster and Dad went to an animation lesson with a Disney animator, who taught us, step by step (start with that cross, etc.), how to draw Mickey. Buster's drawing was better than Dad's, but he didn't want to save it because it didn't live up to his usual standards, since he really can draw. Here's Dad's, easily the best thing he's ever drawn, though, strictly speaking, it doesn't really look like Mickey. The extraneous dots are the result of having been folded and stuffed in a pocket.
8/10/10

Disneyland!

Excited.

Excited.

Excited.

Excited.

Excited.

On our way to the first ride of the day, Indiana Jones' Adventure. It's early, and the park's not crowded yet. The sign at the entrance to the ride says the wait is 5 minutes. We discover that there's no line -- it just takes 5 minutes to walk the line area. By the time we're done with the ride a few minutes later, that whole line area, long enough that it takes 5 minutes to walk it, will be filled with people waiting.

The ride is exciting.

Obligatory Matterhorn picture. We haven't been on the ride yet. Once we do, Buster will like it, but Daisy, who'd been game, finds it too scary. For the rest of the trip she refers to the Matterhorn as Bad Mountain.

At the Princess Fantasy Faire, reuniting with her long-lost friend, Belle.

Getting an autograph. Or making a grocery list maybe.

Ariel. Daisy's sporting her happy birthday button. It's her birthday week.

Princess Tiana.

Buster planted himself here and said, "Wake me at a quarter to Matterhorn."

Teacups.

Getting the obligatory Mickey Mouse topiary/Disneyland depot shot.

The obligatory Mickey Mouse topiary/Disneyland depot shot.

Mom!

Whee! Space Mountain. Too cheap to buy the picture.

Uh-oh. He's licensed.

Hitchhikers! Hit the ditch!

Mickey.

In the gloaming, waiting for It's a Small World.

Whoa, it's like this looming magical looming magic thing.

Sleepy. Dark. Waiting for some nighttime show thing that's going to scare the pants off of Daisy, because everything at Disneyland, no matter how cutesy and adorable and fun it starts out, always ends up with fire and explosions and smoke and foreboding music. We weren't able to get shots of Princess Tiana and Ariel blowing up in belches of smoke and flame, but let's just say Daisy didn't like it much. Time to get back to the hotel and go to sleep.
8/9/10