It was always going to be a grateful day when we went to see Disney’s Frozen On Ice. None more so grateful that baby girl herself.
She dressed up in her finest character-gear – the ‘Anna’ costume (which I secretly revelled in because she was going against the grain of every other girl dressing as Elsa);
we jumped on a beachside train and had a fun trip into the city alongside other little people dressed as Frozen characters (baby girl became best friends instantly with a girl her age dressed as Elsa);
and after the show, took a token piece of heavily-overpriced Frozen merchandise home, because you know, Disney marketing.
Isn’t baby girl the one grateful for all this? Why would I even mention these things when all of the above points would have made HER excited and happy?
It’s because what makes her happy, makes us happy too. Thrilled. It was all done for her, but when you do something for someone out of love, the love just multiplies, until you too, are obsessively in love with Anna and Kristoff, and do a Lleyton-style fist pump when Anna smashes one across Hans’ face.
Such a beautiful day for baby girl, that made us smile, bonded us more as a family, and has left us absolutely pooped TO NO END.
Ahhh. Bed is looking good…