So, I’m a grown woman with a drawer full of Minnie ears, an unhealthy obsession with churros, and strong opinions about which ride is superior (it’s Pirates of the Caribbean—don’t @ me). I’m also a mum, which means I’ve mastered the art of sneaking Disney+ marathons under the guise of “family bonding” and justifying matching outfits at the parks as “core memories.” This blog is my magical mashup of parenting tips, park hacks, emotional meltdowns (mine and the kids’), and unsolicited Disney hot takes. If you’ve ever packed nappies next to autograph books, you’re in the right place. Buckle up—this ride’s got no height requirement.
Now, I didn’t just become a Disney adult—I was basically born with a Magic Pass in my hand. I was the Disney kid who knew all the lyrics to every movie, cried when my VHS copy of The Little Mermaid broke, and treated my trip to Disney World as an Astronaut would a trip to the Moon. Growing up didn’t dim the magic—it just meant now I’m the one booking the dining reservations at 6 a.m. and hiding plush toys “for the kids” (okay, mostly for the kids). This blog is where that lifelong love meets the wild ride of parenting—because who says growing up means letting go of the fairy tales?
So, let’s fly to Neverland together and strap in for the ride of a lifetime
xx

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