Smiles from Disneyland

And some funny faces....and some frowns...but mostly smiles.

Greta girl has some eyes.

We were heading toward Radiator Springs Racers.

I wish I could be a California girl!

The begged for bunk beds at the Grand Californian Hotel are pretty comfy. I slept in them one night when Greta and Jack passed out cold in our bed that is not pictured.  Zzzzzzzz.

A little wait a little early. It was fun to have a coffee and pick out who you were going to run over with the stroller to get to the ride first...just kidding.

Triton's fish.

If only you could see...her eyes blink and her mouth moves as she sings and speaks! Technology is amazing, I tell ya!

My honey's first time!

Okay, Jack wouldn't go back and pose in the picture. He had to stand there.

Ha'yuck.

Goofy has a nice place. It is nicer than my place.

Don't I fit in?

It's a world of laughter!

This is Halloween! This is Halloween!

Greta was on that crazy train.  I now know that I am in for quite a ride myself with that girl!

We came upon Splash Mountain.  We pushed the stroller up and Greta got out to gaze upon the drop.  She turned and said, "I am just going to have to deal with that later." And walked on....

And, she did deal with it.  She rode that and was so nervous and excited that she made her hands into puppets and made them talk to each other the whole ride...just about stuff. And it made the whole log of people she was with hysterical with laughter.

The Tower of Terror seemed to always be in the sky above us.  Greta would find it no matter where we were in the park and she would just fixate.  She would ask about the cracks and the burns on the building.  She has a flair for the dark and spooky.  Though Derek and I rode and decided it would be too much for such a youngin, she had to do it.  She had to.  She rode and love/hated it.