When we went to Disneyland, Braden was 7 1/2 months. He took each and every day in stride, even though he never got a good nap and never really got fed when he wanted to be. No fits. No screaming. Just his normal perfect self.
I think that he was overwhelmed by it all. So much to see; so much to hear. Even in line there is music and things to look at. When we finally got back to the hotel each night, he would just babble an kick his legs -- like he took everything in all day and now could relax and let you know what he thought about it all.
I love this picture with Belle taken when we were at Ariel's Grotto. Braden obviously likes brunettes. Good boy.