Disneyland

The night after California Adventure a changling replaced Scott. He woke up a lot at night whining and was not his chipper self in the morning. 

We stopped at Downtown Disney on our way to the park and John and Karen bought a (family size) bag of beignets (each).

Scott ate a pouch of pureed food, but gave his beignet bite to the birds. I knew something was up when he didn't shove everything in his mouth because he always wakes up with a fierce hunger.

After he chewed his baby teething ring I felt his gums and sure enough, four more lumps were swelling. 20 minutes after a dose of Tylenol, happy Scott started coming back around.

He LOVED the train. He laughs when someone says "choo choo" or "achoo," like a fake sneeze.

We checked out Toon Town, where Grandma electrocuted herself to make Scott laugh. She said she'd do anything for her grandkids.

Driving the car. Scott liked the storybook-type rides where he could steer. I think it reminded him of his cozy coupe.

Climbing through a window. He sticks his tongue out when he's hard at work.

The Innoventions had a new Ironman section, so we went through to check it out.

It was still a little boring in my opinion, but Scott liked exploring.

Unfortunately Splash was the only mountain ride open and it was too overcast to be wet. We did Astro Blasters twice, though. Scott turned our buggy while John and I blasted. It added a fun twist to the ride to not know which direction you'd spin at a one-year-old's whim.

Despite a short nap on Pirates, Scott was tired by the end of the day. I was pretty achey, too, so after John and his parents rode Indiana Jones one last time we called it a night.

We drove down to visit Jaime and spent the next morning with them before heading home.

Scott liked their cat. But not as much as all of their electronics and cords.

John and Scott played in their huge yard, Jonathan made us his famous breakfast burritos, we toured Jaime's new shop, then hit the road.

Scott slept four hours on the drive home and would've kept going but we stopped for dinner. When we arrived at home, he squealed and clapped, going from slide to car to toy cubbies like he couldn't decide what to play first. It was nice to get away and a fun trip, but I think we were all happy to be back home again.