Fantasy

I've noticed that a lot of my posts are pretty depressing lately. (Seriously, go to some of my first posts--I don't even sound like the same person!--Sad, really.) I'm not incredibly sure how to get my old self back right now, so I'm gonna fake it. . .

Sometimes when I had a hard day when I was a teen I would write out better scenarios for myself in my journal--and sometimes they would sorta come true (for example--I wrote one about marrying Robert). Here's hoping this one comes true. . .

*My goodness, it's taking me a long time to come up with one--ummmm, okay, here goes*

Nana is potty trained. Enoch is done teething. We're on our way to Utah to drop the kids off at Grandma's for a week. While we're gone, the bedroom carpets and kitchen floor are being replaced. . . we shouldn't smell too much glue by the time we get back.

After spending a day with the family and getting some quality family pictures (our first professional ones EVER [unless you count homecoming, and my sister-in-law that did a great job on our wedding day--but those are just of Robert and me], Robert and I head off to Disneyland (obviously I'm not pregnant--and I can definitely fit into my jeans again). We spend all day riding all the rides, park hopping, trying out a bunch of the fun places to eat, and holding hands in line. And in the Haunted mansion (I do NOT look up in the first room--that part is just too much for me) we get to sit close to eachother. The ride also gets stuck in front of the singing busts for a minute, and we get to see the whole thing (I love those guys). We get great pictures of us on the roller coaster and with Pluto and Mickey and Goofy (I have a great camera). It's just a lot of fun. We stay for the fireworks, and reluctantly go home.
At night we watch some of our favorite Disney movies that we can't with the kids (like Pirates, and Narnia). Our hotel is amazing. It's really high and the view of the park is utterly breathtaking. Robert surprizes me with two chocolate truffles (the same kind we had on our honeymoon), and a bouquet of white roses. Then I drift off to sleep in the clean white linens so I'll be rested for the next day.
We head over to Universal Studios--take the tour and go on all of the classic rides. We eat at Hard Rock Cafe (Robert's never been--I think). Another day we go to the beach. (Apparently, I've found a swimsuit by then.)
Then we fly off to NYC. We see a Broadway play. We go to the top of the Empire State Building. We go shopping in ridiculously expensive boutiques, and we even try on rings at Christie's and Tiffany's and maybe some other places (of course, they all cost more than 30$, so no diamond for me. . . yet). I finally get to see if Grimauldi's Pizza lives up to it's reputation, and take a tour of the Statue of Liberty. We fill the day with all sorts of fun things, and get to talk to eachother all day. We fly home--Grandma and Grandpa are coming for a visit--so they bring the kids in a few days (not that I would EVER actually ask them to do that! lol). We get some time to work on a few things at home (I finish my independent study classes!) And. . . we're refreshed and ready to take on anything. . . almost.

Okay, now that I've wasted Enoch's naptime daydreaming. . . I should probably get some work done.