tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032108355760366807.post8768283029679587053..comments2023-10-23T14:31:38.095-07:00Comments on I don't read my blog either: Not That CuriousE. Petermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00798210191476643057noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032108355760366807.post-31949822827182848722008-07-15T11:49:00.000-07:002008-07-15T11:49:00.000-07:00Oh, the pic of my precious wonder and the big monk...Oh, the pic of my precious wonder and the big monkey sits proudly on my desk. We got there early and when we arrived at George's station, my son gave him a solemn fist bump ("bump it and lock it, mommy") and then posed for the pic. A total of three seconds. We stuck around for a while longer playing skee-basketball before then hubby and I exchanged that "we have to get out of here NOW" look and we returned to the sanctuary of our living room. <BR/><BR/>You didn't miss much.Healthy Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11343516605721256497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032108355760366807.post-70366052671454066452008-07-13T19:12:00.000-07:002008-07-13T19:12:00.000-07:00That's always rough. The wait versus the pay off....That's always rough. The wait versus the pay off. We did the long lines to see characters at Disney. My daughter was excited in line, terrified in front of them, and talked about how great they were endlessly afterwards.<BR/><BR/>kids...The Irredeemable Shaghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01620741461584124844noreply@blogger.com