White Trash Baby

Some days, it seems like the universe is working against you.  You go to bed upset, you wake up earlier than you want because turns out, babies don't understand the concept of daylight savings.  You then realize, not only is your baby awake, but she threw up her entire dinner in her crib last night.  To mornings like this, I say, "Whatever, I'm going to Disneyland!" 

When your friend has a similar morning (except hers contained an extreme diaper blow-out, not throw up), you will find yourselves enjoying a therapeutic venting session in the car ride down to Disneyland.  Together, you declare that this crappy morning will not stop you from having fun!  Nor will crowds, or the ominous threat of 90 degree+ heat!  And neither will the fact that your baby threw up AGAIN and ruined her thoughtfully put together outfit.  And neither will the fact that you forgot to pack her an extra outfit, and all that she now has to wear is a borrowed jacket!

And that's the story of how all my daughter wore to Disneyland was a jacket, a diaper, and a headband.

All in all, I'd say my day was salvaged from the pit of despair it was this morning.  I spent it at Disneyland, I had some great talks and laughs, and I watched Downton Abbey to drown out any other lingering sorrows.  So it was a definite good day in my book!  Take that, Universe!

(Note: For those of you wondering if London was super sick and I still made her suffer through a day at Disney, I think she had a slight tummy ache in the morning, but she was really happy the rest of the day and didn't throw up again, so no worries.)