First of all, I'll start off by saying that it is much harder going to Disneyland by myself rather than with my husband. Example: I thought I could handle carrying a toddler, a purse, and hold the jogging stroller all while taking the escalator down in the parking structure. While stepping onto the moving steps, I ended up screaming (in the wimpiest voice possible), "S#%t, I can't do this!" And proceeded to walk backwards up the escalator as quickly as possible while dragging the stroller and trying not to trip. My purse ended up falling off the stroller and tumbled onto one of the steps heading down. A lady that was in line right behind me said, "Is that your purse?!" She ran towards it, grabbed it, and took about 30 seconds to climb up the escalator (going the wrong direction, of course), and handed it to me. SO thankful for her, but um, embarrassing, much? After that debacle, a cute mom of 3 offered to take down my stroller on the escalator while I held Berlyn. She ate her granola bar at the same time- no big deal. Such nice people! Oh, and if you're wondering why I had to hold Berlyn, it's because she didn't want to sit in the stroller. I know, I should have just made her sit in it and taken the darn elevator. I'm an idiot.
Moving on. This.