So flying alone with an almost three year old = not so fun. It wasn't too bad when we had the whole row of seats to ourselves and she could roll around and be a pill to her heart's content. It was more of an issue on the way home when we had some poor guy stuck in the window seat cowering from the chocolate covered spoon (they served chocolate ice cream for a snack) and flailing feet. The real trouble started when she fell asleep with about 45 minutes left in the flight. All fine and dandy until the flight attendant told me I needed to rebuckle her in for the descent. A full toddler's fury at being cruelly awoken should never be experienced in an enclosed space. There was screaming and writhing and kicking and hitting and crumpling to the floor and more screaming. She finally shut up when the parents of three kids sitting in front of me gave me a baby toy to placate her with. She held it and stopped crying but still wouldn't let me buckle her in. The man in the window seat and I formed a completely-useless-in-an-emergency human hand shield to keep her from falling off the seat and conspired not to let the flight attendant know that they had an unbuckled toddler on their hands. Thank god that's over.

"Draduation" was nice from what I saw of it. Really too long for grown-ups let alone toddlers. We got to see Tamara get her diploma and walk across the stage and then made our getaway. We all went out to dinner that night with Tamara and her very nice friends and her roomate's family. I was worried about dinner at a late hour, but Fiona made me look like an overprotective mother by being completly charming and quizzing everyone about where they had bones and whether or not flowers have bones.

Yesterday was Disneyland. The morning got off to kind of a rough start. I think Fiona was a little overwhelmed by all the people. We rode the Astro Orbiter (which terrifies me, but Fiona loved) avoided a near encounter with the dreaded Captain Hook, checked out the teacups and had the dolls sing to us at it's a small world. The Jungle Cruise was extra exciting with a small boat collision - we all survived. We also rode the incredibly boring new Pooh ride and then got rejected by Pooh and friends in the meet & greet line when break time rolled around. Fiona had a screaming kicking meltdown and we made a quick getaway from the park to eat and have naptime. A nice long nap helped immensely (for all of us) and we headed back to the park. Fiona spotted Goofy and Minnie right away and got to meet both of them. Then we rode the choo choo train over to Toon Town and met Mickey Mouse in his house. Fiona was disappointed that she couldn't go in Goofy's Bounce House but was consoled by the promise of pizza and ice cream. After dinner, it was time for the Astro Orbiter again. Fiona wanted to ride by herself! Auntie convinced her that kids under the age of three needed an adult along. We hit it's a small world again before leaving and saw the fireworks from our hotel parking lot. Phew! What a day! I don't think I've ever had a more exhausting day at Disneyland.

Tomorrow Fiona goes back to school and the moving process begins!