I was still feeling slightly horrified as we got on the bus to make our way back to the monorail, but the girls seemed happy (albeit surprised) with their princess make-over.
The Castle, draped in Christmas lights, was something else.
986. enchiladas from katy, getting us through tax season
987. blue sky afternoon, picnic blanket, and both boys lying next to me as we watched jets fly overhead
988. boys in pajamas and rain boots, speeding down the street on skuuts
989. bouquet of “flower weeds” from eliza
990. palm sunday memories