Disneyland. If it's not the happiest place on Earth, it's pretty darn close. It's no secret that I love going there with the kids. It's easy, fun, and a complete escape from real life.
For the last couple of years, we've gone at spring break, but at the end of last summer after dealing with Mom's cancer, her treatments, her and Dad staying here for a few weeks, her hospitalization, getting her settled back at home, Kerry and I took a deep breath and decided a vacation would be good for all of us. Problem was, we were tuckered out and school was about to begin. So we hunted around for a few options, but Disneyland kept popping up as the favourite.
We ultimately decided to go over the Christmas break, leaving New Year's Eve (because the price of the flight was considerably lower than the surrounding days) and returning just after school started (again, because the price was right). Given the timing of our trip, we then decided to make it a Christmas present to the kids. It was a fun Christmas morning as they opened that very last gift and found a small note:
Even more exciting, they discovered later that day, my sister and her family would be there at the same time as us.
Naturally, we had a fabulous time, but we are home now and back into the routine of life. If my blogging goes as planned, I'll be posting a bit over the next couple of weeks about our trip, and perhaps even a few tips and tricks we've discovered throughout the years. But don't I say this every time we go? Yup, I think so. But this time, I mean it.