Whirlwind week for us. All Good Stuff, but still LOTS on the plate.
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Many, many months ago…well before I had any inkling that we would be mid-move, I bought tickets to a one-day blogging conference that happened to be at the Disneyland Hotel. I haven’t been to a blog conference in a while, so I thought a one-day, no airfare, no hotel option would be a good idea.
Besides, we have tons of family in Southern California, so we could say hi too. Two birds and all that.
It was July in L.A. hot, so the kids got to swim in Great Grandma’s pool. I loved that Jilly could swim without constantly being held by an adult. We were always RIGHT THERE, but so long as the floaties stayed on, she couldn’t physically slip through the ring.
The next day, the three Bigs and I were dropped off at the Disneyland Hotel for the day.
I signed them up for Kid Con where they played and did crafts and stuff all day, while I learned blogging stuff. You know, for that blog I’ve been SO BAD about writing for the last month or so.
My new favorite thing is bold lipstick.
And coffee cups with Tinkerbell on them.
But the lipstick thing has been super fun lately. I honestly haven’t worn lipstick more than maybe once…twice…a year in probably over a decade. But recently I’ve been adding a swipe of bold red or hot pink (when I’m not in yogas, obvs) and it’s AMAZING the difference. I can still have my messy, knotty ponytail…a simple tee…flip flops…but I throw on a maxi skirt and sassy lips?
Do it. Dare you. It’s fun. And is way easier than wearing 800 layers of accessories.
These girls were one of my favorites of the whole conference. They talked about telling your story visually.
If you don’t already follow them, (and I’m pretty sure half the continental United States already follows Jessica), you need to add Jess and Morgan to your feeds. And then maybe if enough of you follow them, they’ll be like “OHMYGAWD! Jeannett! We should totally be besties!!!”
Andy came back that night for a Heroes and Villains reception at the Grand Californian.
Hook and Peter Pan, Snow White and the Evil Queen were there. There was an airbrush tattoo station. Crafts. Chicken fingers for the kids and wine and beer for the adults.
I took some pictures on Andy’s phone (because mine died about halfway through the day), so I’ll insta some this week. It was a really fun experience. Private Disney-hosted party? Yes please.
They had told us that we would get to watch World of Color, but didn’t say much else about it. I imagined they would walk us over at that time. Instead, we were SO excited when they handed us park passes and we realized we would have 3-4 hours to play! (Our annual passes expired in November, and we hope to renew again in November of this year…we wanted to take a break and not let the magic lose it’s luster on the kids, you know? And we have missed it. So much.)
It helped that Disney also spoiled us rotten by handing us fast passes to Radiator Springs Racers and Toy Story Mania…rides that all day, every day have 60+ minute wait times. Oh, and special wrist bands that gave us prime seating to World of Color. SPOILED. ROTTEN.
I can’t wait for November. Disneyland is our jam.
While I was at the conference, I saw that The Container Store tweeted me.
My job here is done.
But with all the fun of private parties and red wristbands and feeling go-go-go, we are finally home for a few weeks with nothing on the agenda.
Which is good because we haven’t had a solid amount of time to even BE HERE since we moved in.
The plan is to share house pictures with you in a second post today (TWO IN ONE DAY?!), but we moved to the country. Sorta. Kinda.
But the kids walk down the private road to get the mail. And this simple scene brings me more joy than I can convey to you.
And Porkchops play with water hoses and are drenched before 8 am.
And can’t imagine why on earth you are taking it away from him.
Perhaps the giant puddle of water on my KITCHEN FLOOR. Perhaps.
His new favorite: Hiding.
Sometimes it’s cute.
Sometimes it’s not.
And my husband next to me.
It’s good to be Home.