Just A Perfect Day

One of “our songs” is "Perfect Day" by Lou Reed.  Luckily for us, we have quite a few of them. Saturday was one such perfect day.

For me, a perfect day always starts out with a perfect run. This was no exception.  My friend Lisa and I ran a fast 7 miles up in the foothills of Rancho Cucamonga. It was perfect (except for the fact that we didn’t have time for the 10 I was hoping for).

Our good luck continued as we arrived to Disneyland with good weather, no crowds/lines (for a little while, at least), and a special sneak peek of the new Star Tours ride---3X since it was so awesome.

It seems as though all of our perfect days revolve around long car trips (Santa Barbara, San Francisco, St. George, etc.) to allow for good discussion, scenery, trip planning, bonding, and fun. This was no exception.

Liam even got to take a turn driving this time. He’s not as much a fan of driving as I would have suspected, considering his love of all things wheeled (bikes, cars, trucks, strollers, etc.).

William’s perfect days (or any days for that matter), must involve him getting either wet and/or dirty.

Or an exciting new place to run around.

And a nice long nap, over by. His normal naps are 2-3 hrs, but only if he’s in his crib, or on a long drive. A Disneyland nap of 2:15---a record-breaking outside-of-crib nap. With an average stroller/car seat nap of 30-45 minutes and previous record of ~1 hr, that makes it a perfect day for Mom and Dad! Especially since we got to take turns on the big kid rides since our little one was sleeping.

For Steven, no perfect day is complete without a nice mountain hike,

lots of pictures of our adorable son,

And a Mormon Studies Lecture in the OC (not pictured since Liam and I dropped him off on our way home).

Steve even got to study for the Utah Bar while waiting in line for Star Tours. There are no pictures of this because just thinking about studying for the bar is boring, although rather necessary.

I prefer a fun day of laughing with my son and being crazy and silly together.

Or a trip to somewhere exotic and interesting. Preferably with old, tired jokes.

I’m glad I was able to convince Steve to get season passes.  I suspect many more perfect days ahead of us.