Princesses and Monsters

Who takes a not-quite 3 month old and a 9 month old to Disney on Ice?

We do.

Who insists that our daughter dress as Sully Sullivan to attend a Disney on Ice show titled “Princesses and Heroes?”

My husband.

Kristin and I braved the cold today and hauled our girls to Bankers Life Fieldhouse, along with nearly every other mom and small child in the city. And let me tell you – it was a haul. We apparently make big babies, because I’m pretty sure my arms will be sore for a week after carrying around my 13-pounder and all her crap.

By the time she can walk, I’m totally going to have guns.

I was a little nervous as to how this adventure would go. Dorothy tends to be unpredictable. Neither Kristin or I had taken our girls to anything like this, so there was the very real possibility that we could have two screaming, pooping infants on our hands. Pretty sure the hundreds of other people there wouldn’t have appreciated that contribution to the chaos.

Thankfully, both Dot and Bryn take after their mommas. They LOVED it.

Bryn was clapping and dancing. Dorothy was talking to the performers. They were a dream. But that was just the first half.

The second half looked like this.

I think the dad of three little girls sitting next to me was jealous that my kid decided to make the second half nap time.

After the show, us mommas needed some food. Lucky for us, its Devour Downtown! Three courses of PF Changs (plus some vino, of course) made for the perfect little girls day. I foresee many of these in the future.

Know what else I see in the future? Another trip to Walt Disney World.

Brace yourselves, husbands.