On Tuesday, the first day of 2013, my family descended upon Disneyland to meet up with my cousins and their painfully cute seven-month-old son. The last time we’d seen them had been at their baby shower, so we were meeting little Thomas Patrick (not his real name – it is equally classic 1776, though) for the first time.
As I have said more times that I would have ever been able to predict, going to Disneyland with a baby is super adorable. Most adorable of all, perhaps? Watching my dad, who is a big shot in local government around here, fall to pieces over the baby. At work, he helps run Los Angeles. On his days off, he enjoys riding Small World, eating malt balls and snuggling with small drooling babies in fleece bear onesies. Occasionally, when they are fussy, he kisses their heads and bounces them around. I loved it.
My parents and my husband and I enjoyed “Pirate’s Lair,” which will forever be “Tom Sawyer’s Island” to me.
And then, at my mother’s insistence, we took what is now my all-time favorite picture of myself:
I hope you all had an equally hilarious, delicious and delightfully brisk (it was 50*! During the day! In Anaheim!) January 1! Happy New Year!