Too Old for Princesses

So I was feeling good, I just finished doing our taxes, we were getting a little mullah back which I had earmarked for our good ole credit card and then...dun dun dun...my sweetheart threw out the idea of going to Disneyland.  We are all off for the week and needed a family adventure.  I had some day trips in mind, and at one point had toyed with the idea of Disneyland, but I was hoping he had forgotten.  Fat chance.  Now, I love the magical kingdom as much as the next gal but old Walt and his fam are just milkin it.  That place now costs what would be the equivalent to buying a small village and we aren't even talking about actually staying anywhere near the park.  So my darlin got some resistance from the old ball and chain, aka the bean counter.  But then he had to go and play dirty.  He went and said that our oldest is on the verge of getting too old for princess stuff.  Too old for Disneyland.  He knows how to get me, that's for sure.

There was definitely some tossing and turning and weighing of pros and cons and well let's just say, we're going.  I couldn't help but think back to the first (and only) time we took the two older girls and how their eyes sparkled upon first walking into the park.  How they were so overwhelmed with the whole experience they weren't sure what to even make of it.  Now our oldest is looking on the internet planning which ride she wants to make sure to go on.  While the middle one is making sure everyone knows she doesn't want to go in the Haunted House again.  Obviously that one made an impression.  Then there is Jess all wide eyed and just excited watching her sisters talk about Disneyland and what they want to do and see.  This afternoon they got her all dressed up in a Cinderella costume and didn't even seem interested in dressing up themselves.  I guess it's true they are getting older. The middle one probably would dress up, but her older sister won't so forget about it. 

So yes I think there was a slight bit of pulling on the Mom strings to get me to agree to go, but I think Rick might have been right.  We are on borrowed time.  Soon they will want to go to Disneyland but not with us.  They will ask if they can bring a friend.  They will want us to bring them and then meet up with them later.  The "family vacation" will consist of Rick and I wondering what the kids are doing and watching the clock until its time to meet them.  So I will try to put the fact that I'm coughing up a small fortune out of my mind because spending these last princess years truly is priceless.