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Bliss: Day 4

Note: More photos from Day 4 are posted in my Picasa public gallery.

Ordinarily, when I think of Bliss, I think of a town in Idaho. For a while, at least, I'm going to start thinking of the perpetual looks of glee I've seen on my children's faces today.

Today was our second day at Disneyland. Thelma, the master planner, had us up at the crack of dawn so we could enter the park an hour early. Brilliant. Peter Pan was a 20-minute wait instead of the normal hour or more. We were able to jump right on the tea cups, Snow White, Pinnochio and other rides.

We took an extra long lunch break to rest our tired feet and go swimming. During that time we got the welcome news that we'd been moved to a larger hotel room. Braeden is the most grateful. Instead of sleeping on a few couch cushions lined up on the floor for a makeshift bed, he is now on the top bunk in the children's suite. Thelma is resting easier in the loft with a king mattress to replace the queen we had in the other room. She can now sleep without fear that I might role over in bed and crush her.
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