I guess I could give you the play by play of the next couple rides or I could just show you this picture of EJ waiting with her aunt while I am on the carousel with M:
Man what is that smell?....That guy behind me fart or something? This doesn't smell like M's poop. Wife/SIL? (checks diaper finally)...AWWWWW $#!%.
The ride seemed like it was 3 hours long. EJ liked it though.
We get off the ride get M changed and he seems to have recovered well so we start to go and I am pushing M in one stroller and all day I have strapped him in because he likes to move around. This time for whatever reason I didn't...M decided he wanted to stand up...I see this and stop the stroller...M goes flying and lands right on his face. Now this moment would have been bad but as I do this about 35 people right around me yell "OOOOHHHHH" all at once and when I pick M up his nose is gushing blood and he is screaming bloody murder. DAD FAIL. I was instantly judged by another 50 or more people as I now have blood on me and anyone that didn't see the fall hear M screaming...awesome. I get M calmed down and cleaned up after about 5 minutes. M totally rallied and recovered from it...I don't know how but it must be the magic of Disney.
At this point it is getting late and I am not sure how much longer the kids will last so we put out the "one more ride" ultimatum. Dumbo won out and we made it. I came a skeptic and left impressed.