Emory's dreams came true on this day. Our first ride was Peter Pan, and she was in heaven. This picture says pure joy!

Dumbo. This is what happens when Mom tries to ride with Emory.



Sword in the Stone, a favorite movie of ours.


Splash Mountain. I took Emory on Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, and she almost lost it. I loved that one growing up, but she thought she was going to die. So, after that ride we were scheduled to use Fast Passes on Splash Mountain. As we walked up to it, she said, "I will NEVER ride that ride." We pleaded and convinced and threatened to no avail. Finally, Cory said, "We're not going on Splash Mountain, we're going on the Log Flume on the other side. It's for little kids." She was all for it. Luckily, the Fast Pass entrance for Splash Mountain is on the other side. I waited (as Tessa was napping) at the exit and she came out happy as a clam. She loved it and even wanted to take me on the "log flume". Emory and I then rode it, and after we came out Cory sat her down and explained that we'd tricked her and that she'd just gone on Splash Mountain. She wouldn't believe it. So, here's the picture of her on the Log Flume.

Now in front of Splash Mountain.

Aladdin and Jasmine. Big fans, we talk about this meeting often.

Giant Pickles. Pickles are a treat around this house, we eat them for dessert.





Emory was showing Tessa some of her favorite slides around town. Tessa was too yound to remember.

Love the picture by the door. It looks almost the same. You have to find it.
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