It’s true. Once a year, all (or at least most) of the women in our family gather for an annual princess trip to Disneyland. I’m not sure how this tradition started, but I know that my grandmother is always referred to as “the Queen Mother”, and that the trip always ends with us going down Mainstreet in a vehicle and waving to people like we’re in a parade or something. I’ve always been more of an Indiana Jones type of girl-but nevertheless, once a year I pull out the princess tiara and pink shirt and practice my princess wave.

For reasons unknown, this year started out with a kazoo contest. My team didn’t win. I’m guessing it’s because there were some shady things going on between the winners and our judge, aka=The Queen Mother.

These princesses aren’t the kind of princesses that takes their time in the morning and get to the park around noon. They’re the kind of princesses that get to the park at 7:00 a.m. and don’t leave until 11:00 at night. We didn’t really take a break until mid day when the Queen Mother demanded it.

Here she is, the Queen Mother herself, enjoying an hour of relaxation:

And here’s the whole team, Princess Power!

After this, we got into all sorts of shenanigans. I want to take this moment to apologize to anyone who waited in line with us and had the misfortune of being serenaded by a bunch of princesses with kazoos.

One Princess down!

So that’s what I did last weekend. It’s hard returning to a normal life after spending a weekend with royalty, but this princess has officially packed away her tiara until next year.