Tally Isham
03-21-2001, 04:24 PM
Day 2 - Friday March 9
Cast:
Me, DH K-man, DS J-boy (age 5), and DS The Beast (age 2, almost 3)
Today was to be a resting day.....except that our alarm clock went off at 6:30 am. Why? Iâm not sure, but the clocks at the YC are strangely complex. In my early morning stupor, I couldnât figure it out, so I just turned down the radio. What you canât solve by finesse, solve by brute strength.
Everyoneâs awake. Itâs no use trying to get preschoolers back to sleep. Oh well, we get up.
Breakfast is in the room -- mini-boxes of cereal, milk from the mini-bar, and juice boxes. By about 8:00 weâve watched cartoons, eaten, dressed, washed and are ready to go, go, go. But on a non-park day, thereâs nothing to do at 8:00 am.
Hmmmm.....I put on my thinking cap. We decide to drive to ASM to see the Toy Story building, and play around a bit in Andyâs Room. The boys both like Toy Story. I thought theyâd like it.
You guessed, the Beast was afraid of the larger than life Woody and Buzz. After some time, comforting, and coaxing he did run around a bit. We took pictures, looked at the pool, the food court and even peeked in the windows of a room (hey! if you didnât want me to look in, you should have drawn your curtains!)
Before this, I thought I might like ASM. After this, Iâm not so sure. The place seemed a bit chaotic, high energy -- similar to the manic atmosphere at Chef Mickeyâs. The theming is indeed fun, but Iâm not sure I could relax.
We then took a drive on 192 to look for a grocery store. The boys had gone through about 20 of the 24 juice boxes I packed in the mega-suitcase. After traffic and âwordsâ between DH and I, we found the Publix at 192 and 535. So, now weâre loaded up with juice, Snapple, bananas, and bottled water. It was much more convenient to get back to the Epcot resort area than to get there from the AK area.
After battling the traffic and road construction, plus seeing the kistchy tourist area on 192, I think Iâll stay on site. Itâs back to the whole relaxation thing.
Next is mini-golf at Fantasia Gardens. We missed this in the Sept-Stress trip, after we had promised the boys. Using our AMEX card saved us 15%, the Beast is still free. We got squirted by the elephant. J-boy got a hole-in-one (truly amazing), and I beat the pasty white behind of K-man (heâll tell you a different story, but donât believe him. Trust me....really.)
After taking the groceries to the room, we retire to B&C for lunch. K-man and I both had burgers (greasy and dee-lish), and boys split a kidâs hot dog platter. Between them they ate exactly one bite of hot dog and 8 french fries. Total. The Beast is cranky, so we go back to the room for naps. Itâs made up, but no special Pluto / Wormy diorama (oh well).
Storm-Along Bay was inviting after a rest. We stayed in the âsand-barâ section with the shallow water. Wow. The sun is shining, and thereâs nothing to use a snow-blower on anywhere is sight. Ah.......
The sand bar is mostly in the shade and weâre all getting a bit cool. Back to the room. Outside our window is a wedding. Cool. The bride is older (late-forty-ish) and she looks radiant. Thereâs a string quartet. I have to keep shushing the boys. How nice!
While the boys are resting, I make a phone call to Fairy Godmotherâs for Sunday night. Allâs set for a grown up night out. If youâre interested, their rates were $12 / hour, a one hour charged travel time, 4 hour minimum. Which calculates out to $60 for 4 hours.
Our PS tonight is for Cape May. K-man vetoes. Heâs just not up to an all-you-stuff-in-your-face-buffet. So we decide to go to the Crossroads to Pizzeria Uno. We both like Unoâs and donât have one in our area.
The theme of the night is WET. See if you can determine why.
We pack the boys in the car, hit every red light between the YC and Crossroads. K-man starts unbuckling the Beast from the car seat.
K-man: Are you wet?
Beast: No.
K-man: Then why are your pants wet?
Beast: I dunno.
K-man: (to me) Is he wet?
Me: (feeling his pants) Beast, did you pee your pants?
Beast: No.
K-man: Did you bring spare clothes?
Me: No.
Heâs soaked, pee is the culprit. It begins to rain. The low point of vacation is fast approaching. We drive from the Crossroads to the YC, again, hitting each and every red light. Grrrrr.....
During the drive back, weâre all on edge. I actually use the term âPSâ instead of âreservationâ when announcing that our PS time at Cape May is already past. K-man, who thinks Iâm on the DIS too much seethes. The rain isnât helping. Then, the button on the gear shift that allows you to engage the transmission just pops out. What was bad is now worse.
Boy soaked in pee. Everyone hungry. Broken (but drive-able) car. Seething DH. Angry Mommy.
K-man changes the Beastâs clothes. They get back to the car with the Beast hanging his head. The only explanation I get from DH is, âWe had words.â
Itâs about 6:45 or so -- late for preschoolers to eat. We drive back to Unoâs, this time getting a few green lights. Itâs still raining. Whatâs now known as the âPee Incidentâ lost us almost an hour.
The pizza was good. We all ate a lot. J-boy got grease on his shirt, lap, and the hem of his pants. How, tell me how, does a boy get grease on the hem of his long pants? Grrr......
We finally get back to the room about 8:30. Iâm screaming about the grease, still a bit mad about the âPee Incidentâ. Bad Mommy moments ensued, which I will not describe.
Tomorrow is park day, so we all turn in early. I finally figure out the incredibly complex alarm clock and set it for 5:55 -- my normal work day time to get up.
So far.......
1. My feet feel good.
2. National office on site will be used.
3. Will I have to do laundry? Oh....I hope not.
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Cast:
Me, DH K-man, DS J-boy (age 5), and DS The Beast (age 2, almost 3)
Today was to be a resting day.....except that our alarm clock went off at 6:30 am. Why? Iâm not sure, but the clocks at the YC are strangely complex. In my early morning stupor, I couldnât figure it out, so I just turned down the radio. What you canât solve by finesse, solve by brute strength.
Everyoneâs awake. Itâs no use trying to get preschoolers back to sleep. Oh well, we get up.
Breakfast is in the room -- mini-boxes of cereal, milk from the mini-bar, and juice boxes. By about 8:00 weâve watched cartoons, eaten, dressed, washed and are ready to go, go, go. But on a non-park day, thereâs nothing to do at 8:00 am.
Hmmmm.....I put on my thinking cap. We decide to drive to ASM to see the Toy Story building, and play around a bit in Andyâs Room. The boys both like Toy Story. I thought theyâd like it.
You guessed, the Beast was afraid of the larger than life Woody and Buzz. After some time, comforting, and coaxing he did run around a bit. We took pictures, looked at the pool, the food court and even peeked in the windows of a room (hey! if you didnât want me to look in, you should have drawn your curtains!)
Before this, I thought I might like ASM. After this, Iâm not so sure. The place seemed a bit chaotic, high energy -- similar to the manic atmosphere at Chef Mickeyâs. The theming is indeed fun, but Iâm not sure I could relax.
We then took a drive on 192 to look for a grocery store. The boys had gone through about 20 of the 24 juice boxes I packed in the mega-suitcase. After traffic and âwordsâ between DH and I, we found the Publix at 192 and 535. So, now weâre loaded up with juice, Snapple, bananas, and bottled water. It was much more convenient to get back to the Epcot resort area than to get there from the AK area.
After battling the traffic and road construction, plus seeing the kistchy tourist area on 192, I think Iâll stay on site. Itâs back to the whole relaxation thing.
Next is mini-golf at Fantasia Gardens. We missed this in the Sept-Stress trip, after we had promised the boys. Using our AMEX card saved us 15%, the Beast is still free. We got squirted by the elephant. J-boy got a hole-in-one (truly amazing), and I beat the pasty white behind of K-man (heâll tell you a different story, but donât believe him. Trust me....really.)
After taking the groceries to the room, we retire to B&C for lunch. K-man and I both had burgers (greasy and dee-lish), and boys split a kidâs hot dog platter. Between them they ate exactly one bite of hot dog and 8 french fries. Total. The Beast is cranky, so we go back to the room for naps. Itâs made up, but no special Pluto / Wormy diorama (oh well).
Storm-Along Bay was inviting after a rest. We stayed in the âsand-barâ section with the shallow water. Wow. The sun is shining, and thereâs nothing to use a snow-blower on anywhere is sight. Ah.......
The sand bar is mostly in the shade and weâre all getting a bit cool. Back to the room. Outside our window is a wedding. Cool. The bride is older (late-forty-ish) and she looks radiant. Thereâs a string quartet. I have to keep shushing the boys. How nice!
While the boys are resting, I make a phone call to Fairy Godmotherâs for Sunday night. Allâs set for a grown up night out. If youâre interested, their rates were $12 / hour, a one hour charged travel time, 4 hour minimum. Which calculates out to $60 for 4 hours.
Our PS tonight is for Cape May. K-man vetoes. Heâs just not up to an all-you-stuff-in-your-face-buffet. So we decide to go to the Crossroads to Pizzeria Uno. We both like Unoâs and donât have one in our area.
The theme of the night is WET. See if you can determine why.
We pack the boys in the car, hit every red light between the YC and Crossroads. K-man starts unbuckling the Beast from the car seat.
K-man: Are you wet?
Beast: No.
K-man: Then why are your pants wet?
Beast: I dunno.
K-man: (to me) Is he wet?
Me: (feeling his pants) Beast, did you pee your pants?
Beast: No.
K-man: Did you bring spare clothes?
Me: No.
Heâs soaked, pee is the culprit. It begins to rain. The low point of vacation is fast approaching. We drive from the Crossroads to the YC, again, hitting each and every red light. Grrrrr.....
During the drive back, weâre all on edge. I actually use the term âPSâ instead of âreservationâ when announcing that our PS time at Cape May is already past. K-man, who thinks Iâm on the DIS too much seethes. The rain isnât helping. Then, the button on the gear shift that allows you to engage the transmission just pops out. What was bad is now worse.
Boy soaked in pee. Everyone hungry. Broken (but drive-able) car. Seething DH. Angry Mommy.
K-man changes the Beastâs clothes. They get back to the car with the Beast hanging his head. The only explanation I get from DH is, âWe had words.â
Itâs about 6:45 or so -- late for preschoolers to eat. We drive back to Unoâs, this time getting a few green lights. Itâs still raining. Whatâs now known as the âPee Incidentâ lost us almost an hour.
The pizza was good. We all ate a lot. J-boy got grease on his shirt, lap, and the hem of his pants. How, tell me how, does a boy get grease on the hem of his long pants? Grrr......
We finally get back to the room about 8:30. Iâm screaming about the grease, still a bit mad about the âPee Incidentâ. Bad Mommy moments ensued, which I will not describe.
Tomorrow is park day, so we all turn in early. I finally figure out the incredibly complex alarm clock and set it for 5:55 -- my normal work day time to get up.
So far.......
1. My feet feel good.
2. National office on site will be used.
3. Will I have to do laundry? Oh....I hope not.
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