On September 29, 1974 I was three days shy of 3 1/2 when my mother passed away from breast cancer. Yesterday, my first born was three days shy of 3 1/2. It's a strange thing, looking at your own child -- seeing where you were at that stage of life. It's sad to think if I went away, he wouldn't remember me.
Well those of you who know me know that I just can't allow that to happen. ;) So not only did we comemmorate that day as a family, we gave the boys an adventure we hope they'll never forget!
Where are we going?
It's a Small World, here we come!
This is VERY interesting.
Whoah! We love spinning teacups!
Daddy, are you getting dizzy?
Off to the races...
Hold on, Mommy!
Try to keep up!
B takes Daddy for a ride...
I LOVE THIS PLACE!
Check out our Mickey ears!
Of course we got some for our little sister!
Last time here as a family of four...
These little piggies went zzzzzzzzzzzzz...all the way home.