Can I just say how happy it made my hubs to hear the theme from Star Wars playing as we walked around the park? So happy. So, so happy.

Okay *cracks fingers* on to Day Three.

Buoyed with the screaming successes of the previous day, we decided to sleep in a bit (to SEVEN! WOOOO!) and got to the park around 9 am. Since we had been unable to go on any of the major thrill rides, we decided that we would get some fast passes and give it a go. We got an appointment time for Indiana Jones and headed off towards Splash Mountain, where the husband and both eligible kids expressed utter disinterest in getting wet. The lines were insane anyway, so we decided to eat some food and make a plan for the rest of the day.

The hubs returned to the table with a salad for himself. After several cheeseburgers a day, he thought a little roughage was in order, to "prevent his colon from exploding." I love it when he talks all pretty like that. He's such a charmer.

The weather was beautiful, and we let the kids set the course. We meandered along, stopping for snacks and to rest on shady benches. We rode the train around the park, which allowed my son to combine his two great loves - dinosaurs and trains. He declared his intent to share all the wonder with his Thomases when he got back home.

In one of my more dubious parenting decisions, I allowed the purchase of an individual cotton candy for each of my two big'uns. When presented with balls of pure adrenelin larger than their heads, they were delighted.

You could see the pistons churning. I was sore afraid. It was right around that time I bought a couple of tylenol from ye olde souvenireth shoppe. An ounce of prevention, you know.

We took our time, and revisited some of our favorites. All three kids wanted to drive the Autopia cars again, so we headed back over. My son again refused to get behind the wheel with me, so we decided that we'd do a girl car and a boy car. I guess the hubs was able to talk him into steering while he worked the gas. I don't know, because I was in the car with both girls, my six year old behind the wheel, the baby in the middle and me flooring the gas from the passenger seat while trying to take photos of the proceedings.

Witness the madness:

Drunk with power, my daughter decided that the guide rails did not actually apply to her, and made it a point to steer away from the turns, resulting in sharp, jerking movements as the car lurched back onto the straight and narrow.

It was right about here that she began to shout "I'm a CRAZY DRIVER! Aaaah! CRAZY! That's right! Watch out! CRAZY!" in between gales of giggles.

Hmm, thinking that perhaps Disneyland sells official neck braces, or at least I should have worn the poncho to prevent my outfit from being soiled when the baby barfs on me.

"Crazy! Woooo! Crazy!" I am simultaneously sad and grateful that these cars are not equipped with horns. My child clearly takes after me in my need to 'share' the experience. The ride attendants along the route were rolling their eyes as we went screaming by. Or maybe not, hard to tell with all the brain jarring collisions going on.

Perhaps all the shouting and giggling had convinced the baby that this was normal and fun. It was exceedingly difficult to obtain a clear focus or shot as the track had entered the 'off-road' portion.

Look, Ma! No hands! CRAZY DRIVER! WOOO!

If this is foreshadowing for Driver's Education, I'm in big trouble. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard.

As we exited the ride and met up with the boys, we compared notes. My son looked at me with serious eyes and said "Can I drive the van, now?" Heh. One joy ride under his belt and he's suddenly an expert.

Somewhere in this day we were able to use our fast passes for Indiana Jones. I took my oldest and ran onto the ride, while my husband went through Tarzan's Treehouse twice with the other two kids. Then he took her back on, while I changed the baby's diaper and bought a drink for the boy-boy. It should be noted that she didn't enjoy the ride, per se. She found it rather "bumpy and herky-jerky." After indulging me by riding along once, she was unenthusiastic about accompanying her father, but sucked it up and went back on. She came out with a scowl on her face, and let it be known that when SHE goes on an archeological expedition in the future, she expects to come out with an artifact in her hot little hands. In fact, she figures that Indiana guy isn't a real archeologist, or he would have found the "forbidden eye" relic by now. Sheesh.

We were all wearing down, but I was determined to ride Thunder Mountain Railroad with my train loving son. Granted, he had the chance to ride it earlier in the week, and backed out because my hubs apparently didn't do a good sales job. I hit on the obvious - it's a fast train, dude. Like GORDON. It's an express. Sold! He was ready to ride.

We ate dinner while we waited for our fast pass time. This time my husband took my daughter first, while I waited by the exit and tried to get a shot of them on the ride.

Ha ha! I captured the moment. Next up was my turn. The boy and I rocked that train. He held on with both arms wrapped around the bar and kept one eye sort-of open. Me, well, you know. Woo! Yeah! Woo! Aaaah!

Once we got within photo range, I began screaming the hubs' name and waving like an idjit. He had about twelve great chances to get us on film, but was busy snapping candid shots of the girls and pretty much missed his chance.

Totally in violation of the wipe the kid down before you photograph her rule.

"Hey! Her hair looks like Mickey Mouse," noted my eagle eyed man. Duh, dude. We did it on purpose.

He probably would have been mortified had he seen the eye-catching maneuvers I was performing, so it's all good.

It was around 6 o'clock, and the kids were wearing thin, since we had skipped naps at the hotel. We decided to head back, rest a bit, and then return for the Electrical Light Parade.

Once we got to the hotel, the kids wanted to play with their new Nemo toys in a bath, and then they were ready for bed. We decided to call it a day, and as the kids slumbered peacefully, we snuggled and rehashed the vacation.

Somehow, the conversation turned to the early days of our relationship, and the mind spinning rush of years that led to life as a family of five. As we talked, the hubs revealed sweet things that I had no idea he thought or felt. My mind relaxed, my heart was full, and my evening ended with a gigantic, whopping teenage make-out session. Wrapped in my husband's arms and surrounded by the sounds of our children's breathing, I was at complete peace for the first time in many years. Sleep arrived quietly and floated me away.