Disneyland and Vomit

Today's D day. We plan to leave mid-afternoon and drive the 5 hours to LA where we will meet up with Nana (my husband's mom) from DC so that she too can witness the boys' first Disneygasm.

So of course B woke up at 3am this morning to vomit and tell me he was "HOT". He's got a fever. Right now he's taking a break from puking. He's sleeping. Probably to dreams of Minnie Mouse.

I considered staying home with him while my husband and W go ahead of course. Frankly, Disneyland makes me nauseous anyway and if it weren't for the piercing joy I'm sure I'll see on my sons faces as they scream and run from the oversized Duck named Donald (why wouldn't this be scary?) but then finally relent to have their photo taken and autograph book be signed for the very first time, I'd happily stay home.

Alas, when we shove off at 2pm we'll be taking our already packed luggage plus quite a few towels and bowls. Mickey doesn't know what's about to hit him.

Oh and p.s. it's supposed to rain in LA tomorrow.