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NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:04 AM

DAY 1
ROAD TRIP

Two months ago, I scoured many Disney related websites in search of a list that would help me get ready for our trip. TheMouseForLess.com provided the most thorough guidance with its ULTIMATE DISNEY PACKING LIST. Since then I have acquired, organized and packed all the items that it said I must have.

The suitcases have been sitting in DS6’s room for at least a month, waiting to be loaded into our minivan. I thought my diligent preparation would eliminate the frantic running-around that happens at the last minute. But here we are--the day we plan to leave--and there is still so much to be done!

My children have a medical condition that requires them to be on a restricted diet. This complicates our departure considerably. Since I can’t risk getting to Orlando and not finding their approved foods, we have to gather our groceries prior to leaving. Unfortunately, almost everything my children eat is perishable, so virtually none of these food items can be purchased or packed ahead of time. This leaves much work for us to do on the last day.

My husband seems to be dragging his feet. I know that he is excited to take this trip, but his attitude can resemble Grumpy’s when it is time to load the vehicle. I understand that it is particularly laborious, but I am so anxious to get going that his difficult manner is irritating me beyond description. Doesn’t he know that going to Disney invokes blissful joy that overcomes all other dislikes? His apparent lack of understanding this basic principle somehow renders me incapable of entering this gleeful state myself. His contagious cranky spirit is stealing my happiness, and this irritates me further as I acknowledge the hypocrisy of being irritated by someone else’s inability to overcome irritation. I find myself in a vicious downward spiral at this point that drags me into the dark recesses that hide in every NDM’s mind.

Once packed, we have to make a 13-hour trip in one big drive straight through the night to reach our destination. I am a little anxious about having to make this drive because I know that DH will not be much help when I am ready to occupy the passenger seat. He is incapable of driving for more than an hour or two at a time. He gets road hypnosis or something and goes right to sleep, and it scares the snot out of me since he could kill us all. This obviously means that the brunt of the journey falls to me, and I find myself getting more irritated as I think about my impending duty as primary driver.

I was hoping to feed the kids, clean up from dinner and get on the road by 7 pm so that I could get a good portion of the trip covered by the time sleepiness hits me. But DH's horrid attitude is prolonging the process to an extent that makes me want to pull my hair out.

We finally get in the car about 9:30 pm and pull out of the driveway. DH then tells me we have to stop at Walmart to get some more last minute things. I am not amused. After our stop at Walmart, we finally begin our trip at 10:30 pm . . . 3 1/2 hours behind schedule! This is not a good start, and I empathize with Rabbit who is constantly unnerved when the other characters in The Hundred Acre Wood foil his best laid plans.

DH offers to start the drive. I turn him down because I know that I will have to take over for him within the hour, and that would only further frustrate me. Also, I know that my current inner-turmoil will serve us well as I tend to drive a little faster when I am cranky.

So off we go. I am conquering the road at an exciting pace. DH promptly falls asleep. DD8, DS6, and DD3 are squished but quiet and content as they watch a movie together from the lone, bench seat of our van.

DD8 is crammed up against the side of the van because the two car seats of her siblings occupy the vast majority of the bench seat. At one point DD8 whines a little about being uncomfortable. Even though her frustration is valid, she is barked at by her lunatic mom, who has not yet relinquished grudges against the vacation-menacing dad. "I don't want to hear one syllable of complaint,” I exclaim. “I am working a job for the sole purpose of financing these wonderful Disney vacations, and being cramped in the car is the only way we can get there. If I hear even one whimper of complaining--so help me--the
complainer will not go on any Disney trips in future years. He or she will stay home with Grandma because only happy people are allowed in Disney World!" In my mind, I am fully aware that if this were entirely true, I would be the first one eliminated right now. But being the NDM that I am I tend to say these hypocritical and guilt-inducing things in times of high stress. My empty threat works, and there are no complaints henceforth.

Once the movie is over, it is time to turn off the TV and allow my sweet offspring to dream away the miles between our blissful Disney destination and us. Since the car’s sound system is no longer occupied by the screen-play of “Treasure Planet,” I put on music and keep blazing a trail on the interstate.

As I immerse myself in the consuming world of radio, I begin to sing away my frustration over the challenging start to our trip. Slowly, all becomes right again. With each note I gradually evolve into the compassionate, loving, comforting, fun-filled, doting wife and mother that I usually am. So I continue to sing with a smile as I think about my now inevitable arrival in Florida . . . if I can just get through this drive.

Apparently, I hit some kind of groove and find myself driving without the faintest sign of impending exhaustion. The states go by, and I am still going strong. Around 6:30 am, I begin to feel a slight inkling of reduction in energy and my vocal chords are hoarse from the relentless abuse of an eight-hour singing marathon.

I am truly pleased as I acknowledge my Walt Disney World® driving record. I have taken us from central VA past the FL border and somehow shaved two hours off of our trip. With this badge of honor worn proudly on my sleeve, I relinquish the wheel to DH who awakes and is in awe of me. I smugly tell him that I can take the wheel back should he tire in an hour. He smirks at my snootiness and assures me that he is capable of handling the remainder of the drive.

As I snuggle into the passenger seat, my slight reduction of energy becomes complete exhaustion. I happily go comatose in an uncomfortable, upright position, knowing that in a few hours I will wake up at my friend's house in Kissimmee, and I will be only one day away from arriving at Walt Disney World®.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:08 AM

DAY 2
THE POWER OF PIXIE DUST

I wake up somewhere in Kissimmee. My DH has miraculously driven more than two hours, and I find myself totally refreshed. The sun is bright; the air is hot, and I am rejuvenated as I imagine my pasty, white VA skin transforming into a beautiful FL tan. Life is good, and it is about to get better because we are staying overnight at the home of a friend that I haven't seen since high school. Upon arrival, the plan is to feed the children, recover from the drive, catch up on 14 years in 24 hours and get "insider tips" from my friend and her husband who both work at Disney.

Finally, the house is found. Map Quest has successfully led us to the front steps of my long-lost pal. DH and I get out of the van, stretch our legs, lovingly smile at each other and stroke our egos as we comment on a drive well done. The three restless children, who haven't moved in 11 hours, are freed from their back seat bondage. We freshen them up as best we can, considering that the conditions for freshening are 95° temps and blinding sunshine. As the humidity assaults their unaccustomed compositions, I can see them bite their tongues in an attempt to hold back objections to the weather. "After all," I remind them, "Disney World is the 'happiest place on Earth'. If they allowed cranky people to come, it wouldn't be the 'happiest place' anymore. So we need to be worthy of entrance."

I ring the doorbell with great anticipation. This was one of my best friends in high school. We recently reunited through e-mail, and I am very excited about our families meeting. We have discussed how wonderful it will be for our husbands to pal around and our children to play together, and now the day has finally come.

The door opens. We are greeted by my dear friend and her husband, who look as if they were the ones who just made the 11-hour trip. They excuse their appearance and explain that their daughter of 2 years has a flu bug and has been vomiting continuously all night.

I immediately see visions of my three beauties spending our precious days at Disney on the tile floor of our villa bathroom, taking turns puking in the commode. Is it too late to run? Can I somehow pretend that I am not actually the long-lost high school buddy that is expected but a look-alike that has mistakenly ended up on my girlfriend’s front step and must be going now? Fourteen years of friendship does not compare in value to six blissful days of Disney, so I figure if she is really offended, the loss will be worth it.

But where will we go? Is it possible to get an instant 2nd mortgage on the house to buy more DVC points, giving us a chance to add today’s occupancy of our villa to our reservation?

Quickly I realize that there is no backtracking. We must proceed into the germ-infested abode of my welcoming friend but not before I describe her daughter's condition to my little mouseketeers as something akin to the Bubonic Plague, and I warn them to stay on the opposite side of the house as the sweet, viral darling. I hold my breath, cross my fingers, heart, eyes, say seven Hail Mary’s, rub my lucky rabbit's foot, sprinkle pixie dust over each family member and humbly pray to God for protection from viral infestation as we take our first steps inside the lovely, Kissimmee dwelling. Any prior dreams of seeing my children play with my friend's children will be put on hold for another year. We will refrain from any direct contact with the child who currently poses a risk to our greater purpose for this FL visit.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:11 AM

WINDING DOWN AS WE GEAR UP

I am more at ease as we settle in for the day. The kids get fed, supplements are dispersed with an extra dosage of vitamin A and C, and the viral little girl does refrain from vomiting.

My friend and I laugh over old memories and relay things that have happened to us since we have grown up. She tells me all about working at Disney . . . the casting process, employee perks. And then she flatters me by affirming that I meet all the requirements for being hired as a Disney princess. "Aww shucks," I blush and encourage her to go on. I breathe in every word of Disney wisdom that she is willing to give me and look ahead--in my mind's eye--to the fun that awaits.

During this time, my kids quickly throw themselves into a tried and true Walt Disney World® trip tradition . . . consuming endless hours of Disney Channel viewing. DH goes in and out of consciousness as he nestles into the overstuffed sofa.

After awhile, the kids and I try out my friend's enormous trampoline. But when I discover that I no longer have the skill of jumping and holding my bladder simultaneously, I sheepishly excuse myself. I then suggest that we all retire for a couple hours to recuperate from our trek through the night.

We wake up in the late afternoon and wrap up the day with a relaxing walk through the neighborhood to a beautiful lake. DH and the kids enjoy a swing that someone has put up in a willowing, cypress tree, and I walk out to the end of a rickety pier on the lake. I sit down on the very tip and try to "be one" with the peaceful water, but this is a difficult thing to do for a NDM who is on the verge of entering the nirvana of Disney's holy ground. Nevertheless, I consider that there is a little merit to “taking it easy” while on vacation. And so even though The Sacred Seven dictate particular traditions—some that can be exhausting--it may be worthwhile to work relaxation around the mandatory vacationing principles.

The family joins me on the pier, and we all snuggle and watch the sun setting over the water. Then we briefly do a little fishing--a first for all my kids--which ends with lots of squeals and giggles over the wiggling fish and the huge, white heron we feed them to.

We return to my friend's home, bathe, get in PJs and drift into Slumberland, knowing that tomorrow is the day we have all been waiting for.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:18 AM

DAY 3
THE SLIPPERY SLOPE

Somehow, the kids actually let us sleep in until 9:00am or so. That overnight drive must have really done a number on all of us. But it is finally here . . . the day we will arrive at Walt Disney World® for the first time as Disney Vacation Club members.

I have wanted to join the Disney Vacation Club for about 10 years, but only recently did it actually become an option-- and that is because of great sacrifice on my account. With the current pay-rate of my new job, taken for the sole purpose of paying for membership, I have approximately 2 1/2 years of indentured servanthood until my debt is paid. And yet, in a few short hours it will all be worth it as I walk in the doors of The Villas at Disney’s Wilderness Lodge with my cherubic kiddos and dreamy husband. No more wishing upon a star for me. I will be living it, baby!

We all get dressed and eat. DH and I muddle over what time we should leave. Check-in time isn't actually until 4:30pm, so with our perishable groceries in mind, we debate the best time for arrival at the lodge.

My good friend's hubby reminds us that he works in concierge of the Pop Century resort and has "connections." Unfortunately, these connections can't get us an earlier check-in time, but they can help us figure out what to do with our immense amount of food while we are waiting for our room. A call or two is made, and we are assured that whenever we arrive, our groceries will be held in a refrigerated room until our villa becomes available.

All previous notions of taking it slow are quickly abandoned. I stress to DH that we should leave as soon as possible so that we have a better chance of getting our room request. We clean up from our meal and repack the car. Thankfully, DH is feeling more chipper today and is moving at a satisfactory pace.

While the children are slightly anxious about leaving, the mesmerizing graphics of the Disney Channel keep them from pestering us too much. Hannah Montana, Zach and Cody, and the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse gang have already begun to partially transport them to the mecca of all Disney fans, and we are able to pack in peace.

Then with a couple group snapshots and affectionate gestures (excluding little viral girl), we pile up in the minivan for the last leg of our pilgrimage. I promptly pull out my favorite CD that plays many of the soundtracks for the various rides and lands in Walt Disney World®, The Official Album of Walt Disney World. This is in accordance with the first sacred tenent which proclaims: Thou shalt play only Disney music when en route to Walt Disney World®. It is a tradition that has been in place since my earliest memories. So as ritual dictates I play the music of my favorite location, but I am shockingly affronted by DD8. "Mom," she says, "I am not complaining or anything, but you have been playing Disney music all day long, every day for many months now. Could we please listen to something else?"

I consider this truth. Since I have discovered Mouseworld Radio, Dis Radio, Sorcerer Radio, The WDW Radio Show and Dis Unplugged, I truly have been streaming Disney soundtracks almost constantly in our home. I recognize that some might say when your children are able to differentiate between Disney’s Old Key West Resort lobby music and the Adventureland® background music as mine can, it is time to broaden their horizons musically . . . but I am not that person.

"DD8," I calmly explain, "it is our tradition to play Disney music on our way to Disney World." "I know," she says in a tone that lovingly assures me that her loyalties still lie with the great mouse, "It's just that we have already listened to these songs so much that I am a little tired of them."

I take her concerns to heart, but then I recognize we are at the top of a slippery slope. If I allow non-Disney music to be played on our way to Walt Disney World® this time . . . OUR FIRST TIME AS DISNEY VACATION CLUB MEMBERS . . . this could set an ill-advised precedent. The family may want to play non-Disney music the next time and the next time and the next time until all future Disney trips are corrupted by music of the “outsiders.” Such blasphemous practices can't be tolerated. I have to nip this in the bud before we find ourselves in an apathetic state-of-mind.

"DD8," I say in a very loving but firm voice, "it is very important to play Disney music on our way to Disney World. It helps us get excited about arriving there. Think of how wrong it is to see the huge, welcoming, Disney World banner and pass under it while listening to something that is not Disney related. Now in past years, the tradition has been to play only Disney music for the entire time we are in FL. This year I have already broken that tradition. We have been in FL for a whole day, and I haven't played any Disney music. But now is the time. We are actually driving to Disney, and we must play Disney music." DD8 understands this logic and is pacified with a promise that after our vacation, I will not stream Disney radio at home for a full two weeks.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:22 AM

DISNEY PAST VS. DISNEY PRESENT

As we begin seeing road signs indicating that Walt Disney World® is not so far away, I flashback to past Disney trips when we have made the drive all night and arrived at the World fresh off the asphalt. Those trips involved me emerging from our minivan in sweatpants and heavy sweaters, the remnants of a colder climate. Hair would be in disarray and make-up would resemble Disney's scarier parade characters. If our room wasn't immediately available, I would have to stake out prime property in the resort lobby bathroom to change, freshen up, and (on occasion when shaving had been overlooked) take to the difficult task of removing excess hair in an awkward position near the bathroom sink. Those days of blushing and profusely apologizing to fellow guests seeking relief from overburdened bladders were gone. We had taken the higher road this year. I loved that I would now arrive stylishly, pre-shaven and immediately ready-to-roll.

And then we see it . . . the Walt Disney World® banner! Who would have thought that a concoction of paint and steel could arouse such ecstasy within a person? Immediately the volume of the minivan erupts into extreme decibels of high-pitched squeals.

At this point, my two literate children find it necessary to loudly exclaim the written directions on every road sign we pass while DD3 is content to echo everything they scream. DH finds that he can no longer remain indifferent as he laughs heartily at the grand commotion taking place in the back of our van. As I breathe in the neurotic atmosphere that is building in our vehicle, I concede that even SEVEN years of indentured servanthood would be worth this moment.

We pull into the parking lot of Disney’s Wilderness Lodge. The huge presence of this vast structure is truly awe-inspiring. The kids leap from the van in an attempt to rush the building. But before they take even two steps toward it, they hear the booming voice of their NDM, “WAIT!!!” They take on the characteristics of human statues, frozen in time, for it is a dangerous thing to cross a NDM once she has fully consummated her Disaholic personality by passing through the Walt Disney World® banner. Then, in true NDM fashion, video and still cameras are whipped out before you can say "rawhide." Once the film is rolling and the bulbs are flashing, the family receives Mommy's blessing to approach the great timbers of the breath-taking mother-of-all-log-cabins.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:28 AM

TEMPORARY SETTLEMENT

When a NDM is finally granted a few precious days in her motherland, it is essential to maximize every Disney minute. Efficiency is paramount. The family of a NDM quickly learns this and adopts the practice of “divide and conquer.” So, as all competent partners of a NDM should do, DH dashes to the check-in line to secure a position while I lag behind with the three short-legged persons of our crew.

“Ooohs” and “Aaaahs” are whispered as we discover the imprints of wilderness creatures embedded in the sidewalk. Then we scope out our surroundings in hopes of spotting this wild game. Suddenly, DD3 screams wildly, “Look, Mom!” We all turn in the direction of her little finger and enthusiastically run to the source of her excitement. Good fortune has decided to shine upon us today, for right in front of our eyes stands a behemoth sized-buffalo bush and her baby. We recognize the rare occurrence of viewing such animals and commence with the inevitable mini photo-shoot. Once every angle of the chia-pets has been photographed, we proceed to the lodge entrance.

Exceptionally calm and happy park rangers, who extend a welcoming gesture towards the lobby doors, greet us. The large, glass doors magically slide open when we approach, and we all join hands and enter with great anticipation.

Walking into the great expanse of the lodge lobby proves to be more difficult than we had considered. We are unable to take more than five steps in because the upward movement of our eyes along with the drop of our jaws somehow halts the forward motion of our feet. Fellow guests, hoping to enter the lodge as well, find our stricken family to be a significant obstacle in their path. But little can be done for the moment because the immense and wondrous atmosphere of the lobby has removed all consciousness of the existence of others.

A gentle, park ranger encourages us to take a few more steps so that the entrance can be free-flowing once again. This breaks the spell of the lobby, and I remember that DH is about to check-in. I quickly hurry the children to the designated cartoon-viewing area for all the lodge occupants. Then, with stunning grace, I pass all the people who are waiting in the check-in line and join DH at the counter.

I arrive just in time as the check-in lady gives us the option of taking a room that is immediately available or waiting for the room category she sees as requested. DH looks as if he is tempted to relinquish the coveted pool view, so I quickly take charge of the situation. DH doesn’t know of the many hours I invested in reading detailed reports on room categories. He hasn’t pleaded with fellow listmates on various Disney internet boards to share their experiences of The Villas at Disney’s Wilderness Lodge. All this has been done so that a wise decision could be reached on this delicate matter, and I am not about to let my hard work be wasted.

I motion to DH that I will handle this detail and explain to the patient check-in maid that we will wait for the pool view on the 3rd floor to become available. She confirms that I have chosen the better option since all other views consist of inert trees. Inert trees do not allow for observing others in Disney action during the rare moments that oneself is not engaged in it, so such a view is unacceptable to a true NDM. I breathe a sigh of relief that disaster has been avoided by my timely arrival at DH’s side.

We are handed a folder containing all pertinent information for villa residents, a phone number to call periodically for the updated status of our villa, and gift bags for our angelic offspring. And then it happens. The words that I have so longed to hear are spoken. “Welcome home,” the hospitable clerk chirps. My heart soars, for hearing the official Disney Vacation Club greeting marks the realization of a long-awaited dream. I am home. I have arrived. This is real.

Armed with our newly acquired check-in tools, we are prepared to begin our wilderness adventure. Once again, “divide and conquer” is the tactic we utilize. DH treks back out into the parking lot to find capable park rangers who will help him transfer our groceries from the warm minivan to the safety of refrigeration. I gather my little ones, and we embark on an exploration of our temporary settlement.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:33 AM

GETTING ACCLIMATED TO OUR SURROUNDINGS

I recall from my hours of internet research that there is a tradition among the lodge residents. It involves a bear, Humphrey, who is located at the bottom of the totem pole in front of the mercantile. To make your trip a magical one, family members are supposed to rub his nose when they arrive. This, somehow, blesses your vacation and all may proceed with confidence that your Disney dreams will come true.

I pass this lore on to my children who concede that before anything else is done, we must rub Humphrey’s nose. So we stomp over to Humphrey’s location and see that—indeed--many people must have participated in this tradition, because Humphrey has very little paint left on his breathing apparatus. We all place our hands on the magical spot. In our souls, we sense the presence of all those lodge occupants who have gone before us. We close our eyes and make a wish for our Disney vacation. It is a truly spiritual experience.

The thrill of being here is palpable, and we scurry from place to place.
DD3 declares that a bridge in the lobby, spanning the width of a creek and a bubbling hotspring, is her “favorite”. She requests a photo of herself on it so that the memorable location will be secured in a family scrapbook. DD8 is impressed by the etchings on the gold elevator doors. And DS6 seems ready to set up camp near the lanyard and pin kiosk since the shiny ornaments call to his collecting instincts.

I am unable to select a feature that appeals to me above the others. There is a great, stone fireplace whose presence compliments the gargantuan rocking chairs that face it. The mercantile off to the side serves as a perfect place to beckon passers-by to purchase a caricature drawing. And not to be overlooked, carefully placed Mickey Mouse heads remind one that even in the wilderness, our great hero is not forgotten. I can’t help but love everything I see from the towering, totem poles to the boisterous noise exuding from the Whispering Canyon Café, for it all comes together in a beautiful arrangement.

The kids and I tramp through each floor. We want to see this great room from every angle. We are rewarded as each level provides new views that would otherwise have been missed. Overlooking the railings, we find animal carvings in the large, supporting framework. The carpet and wallpaper reveal small Mickey figures upon closer observation. There are cozy retreats sporadically hidden for occupants who want to read a book or take in spectacular views of Bay Lake.

We move on to discover the extending areas of the lobby. In an annex, off of the lobby, there is a table-- strategically located--which advertises the virtues of being a Disney Vacation Club Member. I conceitedly walk by since I no longer am in need of such information. I relish the fact that I already am a member. The lyrics of the club song have proven to be true. I did believe in magic, as the melody suggests one should, and now I belong. It is a feeling of great achievement, and I am grateful to no longer be “on the outside looking in.”

A few more steps bring us to an upward, sloping ramp to the Territory Lounge and Artist’s Point (an upscale restaurant). Since neither of those places is of immediate interest we take a downward, sloping ramp to the Roaring Forks (a quick-service eatery). DH rejoins us since the helpful park rangers have now assumed responsibility of our edible possessions, and we entertain the idea of having a snack.

The Roaring Forks isn’t exceptionally busy, so I check out the food options in this rustic café. To my surprise, they have a couple types of fresh produce available for consumption. Finding a fruit that is acceptable for my children, we inform the kids that they will be able to satisfy their animalistic appetites and participate in the business of an actual Walt Disney World® eating facility! This is a rare treat since “approved foods” are not regularly provided outside of our kitchen and prevent our family from dining out. I say a quick prayer of thanks to the Disney-powers-that-be for carrying a few healthier food choices than the routine burger, fries and soda. And the children ingest their fruit as quickly as their mouths allow. We dispose of our trash and decide to see what the pool has to offer.

We walk outside into the courtyard. The pool is close by, and its surrounding scenery is lovely. Huge stone formations emerge from healthy bushes and flowers. Shade trees hang over a shimmering creek that begins in the lodge but empties into a large free-form pool. Real bunnies play hide-and-seek with willing guests, and live ducks swimming in the pool enjoy their company too. Laughter is heard in the air as an endless line of adults and children take turns sliding down a slippery rock. But the suffocating heat and humidity eventually force us to recede back into the comfort of the air-conditioned lobby.

It is time to make a phone call. My little angels are quickly devolving into miserable creatures due to missing their scheduled nap. It becomes obvious that our initial exploration of the lodge facilities has ended, and we find ourselves longing for the comfort of personal space.

The entire family huddles around DH in the lobby phone booth as he converses with those whom hold our fate in their hands. Much information is exchanged, and DH hangs up the phone. He announces that we have finally been granted permission to take up residence in room #3517. Magically, my irritable munchkins become happy campers and jump up and down in celebration.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:41 AM

KICKBALL RED

We march out of the lobby and down the path toward the area of the villas. The building we come upon is very welcoming with a beautiful, open room housing a large birdcage and some stuffed, leather rocking chairs. I note that entry to the fitness center, Sturdy Branches, is located here but it is doubtful that I will have time to experience this amenity. I will be too busy burning calories with my constant need to explore.

Off to the side of the atrium is a room with tables set up for checkers and chess. Train models, replicating those of Walt Disney’s personal collection, compliment the décor of the room too. It looks so inviting, but right now the call of our villa is stronger.

When we find the location of our room, I can’t believe how perfect it is. The kiddos are delighted that the view outside our front door overlooks the atrium, and I soon discover another unexpected perk. The view off our balcony not only provides sights of the pool but also a small walkway. This should provide plenty of opportunities for people watching, and I am so pleased with what we have been given. Of all villa rooms, we are the closest to the bus stop, the main lobby and the elevators, and yet the feeling of being “tucked away” is still preserved. I doubt that our placement could have been more enchanted.

As we familiarize ourselves with the layout of our 1 bedroom villa, our luggage and groceries are delivered. I glance at the clock and realize that there is no time to lose. We have plans to attend “Chip and Dale’s Campfire Sing-A-Long and Movie” at Disney’s Fort Wilderness Resort, and it begins in a few hours. DH takes his position in the kitchen, unpacking the groceries and starting the preparation of our dinner. Like a headless chicken on steroids-- the most familiar speed of a NDM--I run between the bathroom, bedroom, living room and closet, placing all items in their designated positions for the week.

The meal is served, but the pace is rushed because the clock is ticking. We are not going to make it! “Hurry! Hurry,” I coax the family, “We still have to change.” The campfire begins at 8:00pm, so I cleverly deduce that we should put on warmer attire and bring jackets so that as the sun goes down, we won’t be troubled by the dropping temperatures. DH, DD8 and DS6 declare that they don’t want to bother with changing outfits. I try to influence them to choose wisely and not make a decision they will regret, but they hold firm to their way of thinking. “OK,” I surrender, “but don’t blame me when you find your clothes are inadequate.” I concede that some people have to learn their lessons the hard way, and I change DD3 (who is not old enough to refute my wisdom) into jeans and long sleeves.

We run out of our room, past an hourly erupting geyser and down to the marina. I am thoroughly prepared as I recall the information I have gathered from countless hours of online investigation. I know that we are seeking boats that fly the flag of blue, for these are the boats that travel between Disney’s Wilderness Lodge, Disney’s Contemporary Resort and Disney’s Fort Wilderness Resort. Making the mistake of boarding a red flag-flying sea vessel, the boats bound for the Magic Kingdom®, would be fatal to our evening schedule. So we are careful to veer to the right side of the marina, and we search anxiously for any incoming ships.

It is not long before we hear the pleasant horn of our designated boat. With excitement, we greet our skipper and pick a seat. Once the boat leaves port and we are clipping along the water, I quickly recognize that these boats will become one of the highlights of my vacation. There is something very calming about sliding across the waves with the wind blowing through your hair, as the evening sky grows dim. I know that I must return to this activity on another evening.

We reach the port of Disney’s Fort Wilderness Resort, exit the boat and begin our search for the location of the campfire. I briefly notice that the air is not as cool as I had anticipated for late May, but I brush the observation aside since it will certainly grow colder as the sun sets. The greater task of finding the campfire is rather pressing at this point, and climate conditions are secondary.

The family flits from place to place. No great campfire is within sight. The quick pace of our endeavor is elevating my body temperature, and I feel slightly uncomfortable. We seek guidance from a local country store and are informed that we must navigate a difficult bus system to arrive at the campfire . . . not only that but the spot for boarding the desired bus is still a slight distance away. What?! How can this be? There is no time for such inefficiency!

We leave the store with much haste. At this point, all facades of proper decorum are dropped. We break out into a run that any cross-country athlete would envy, dodging horses, carriages and unfortunately-placed pioneers. I look down at DD3, who is holding my hand. Little beads of sweat are forming on her hairline because every step that I take means she takes two or three, but I rationalize this will be justified once she is in the presence of Chip and Dale.

Somehow, we locate and board the desired bus. The tension builds, though, as our ride is halted many times en route to the campfire. Finally, we reach our destination and disembark. A quick look around shows us that our journey is still not complete, for there is no sign of a campfire. We apparently must trek further into the wilderness if we hope to enjoy the companionship of our beloved furry friends.

Again we resume our accelerated pace. I see that DD3 is now sweating profusely, looking as if someone has poured water on top of her head, and she is turning the color of a kickball. Why are the temperatures not dropping? How can I expect this child to sit near a campfire under such conditions? This is all going wrong . . . terribly, terribly wrong!

As we pass by smarter campers, dressed in as little clothing as possible, I become acutely aware of their troubled glares. DD3’s appearance gives cause for concern, and I realize that--as embarrassing as it may be--the only humane course of action is to strip her down. As DD3 goes topless, many families look at us disapprovingly. I feel backed into a corner at this point. The humidity is overbearing, and there is not even a wisp of wind. These judgmental people should be thankful that I have shown enough restraint to keep myself clothed.

The campfire area is now within sight. Amazingly, we arrive before the show has started. There is still an empty bench awaiting the weight of our backsides, so we oblige it by sitting down--half-naked child and all. In an attempt to regain some composure, I hang DD3’s shirt across her chest and tie the long sleeves around her back. She makes it known that this is not her preferred style, but I suggest
that maybe she will start a new fashion. Although DD3 continues to object, she is distracted by the song leader now on the platform.

In no time, Chip and Dale make their appearance to the delight of everyone. And after a few rounds of “It’s A Small World” and “The Hokey Pokey,” we are a little more relaxed albeit hot. We are then informed that the movie of the night is “Homeward Bound”. DH and I glance at each other and telepathically communicate that—as cute as it may be—this film is not worth enduring the breezeless atmosphere of the campground any longer. The children agree, so we make our exit.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:45 AM

SECRET SPECIAL MOMENTS

Once back on the boat, the wind is more available. We start to cool now that the sun has disappeared. I curse the day that long sleeves were invented, but at least the weather conditions finally allow DD3 to resume the social practice of wearing clothes.

The vessel is more full than usual, so we take our places up near the skipper. The skipper taps DS6, who is seated right next to him, on the knee and quietly asks him if he would like to drive the boat. DS6 looks around to see if anyone has overheard this invitation. No one has, and DS6 feels safe to respond. He does not speak but only nods in agreement so as not to betray the secrecy of their plan. So when the boat is launched and on it’s way, the skipper discretely explains the operation of his ship behind the view-impeding engine. Under the cloak of darkness, my little captain takes the wheel and ably takes us to the next port.

DS6 wears a smile that beams even in the night. It becomes clear that he has found his calling in life. Any previous thoughts of growing up to be a paleontologist, firefighter or Olympian gymnast seem empty. He was born to be a skipper, navigating the waters of Bay Lake.

Our boat makes a stop at Disney’s Contemporary Resort first, so we disembark once again to look around a bit. To our delight, “High School Musical” is being shown on the beach. This more mature film is appropriate fare for our DD8, who believes she is already a teen, and DS6 along with DD3 like the idea of being near the sand.

We are lucky enough to find lounge chairs right in front of the screen, so we make ourselves comfortable under the twilight. DD8 and I become totally immersed in the drama unfolding before our eyes, but the other family members quickly grow restless. It is time to fall back on the unfailing practice of “divide and conquer.”

DH gathers DS6 and DD3 and heads for the marina. DD8 and I make the most of our unexpected mother-and-daughter moment, snuggling together in a shared lounge chair while we watch on to learn the fate of Troy and Gabriella. In the distance, I see the Electrical Water Pageant on the lake. It seems certain that DH and the younger critters are enjoying that spectacle from the marina.

Gratefulness wells up inside my heart as I hug DD8 a little more tightly. These are some of the memories I had hoped we would make. As our day draws to a close, I acknowledge that it has been busy, but it was every bit satisfying. In just one day we have already had many wonderful Disney moments, and my NDM heart soars with expectation for what is still to come.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:52 AM

DAY 4
COUNTRY FOLK IN A CONTEMPORARY PLACE

Growing up in FL, I was raised to experience Walt Disney World® one way. This way resembled the German war tactic called “blitzkrieg.” Living only a few hours away and having limited finances made staying overnight in Orlando an illogical choice, so my mom formulated plans to attack Walt Disney World® faster than the likes of Dash the Incredible .

We would rise at an ungodly hour, cruise I-95 at an unethical speed, arrive before “rope drop” and then cram Disney activity into our day in a manner comparable to the way Heimlich crams food in “A Bug’s Life”. After the park closed, we would then retreat victoriously to our hometown.

In the mind of my mom, there was no other way to experience Walt Disney World®. For one, this method enabled a family to get the most “value” out of the money spent . . . a principle which reigned supreme in our home. But also, we never knew when we might return. This meant we had to take it in as if it were the last feast we would eat before entering into a period of famine.

Joining the Disney Vacation Club affords me the luxury of approaching Walt Disney World® differently, but is hard for an old dog to learn new tricks. I find that waking on day 4 without a rigid, packed-to-the-max plan of action is a bit uncomfortable. Yet I know this is a necessary step if relaxation and Disney are ever to come together for me. With this in mind I take my official first step towards vacationing like a Disney Vacation Club Member and begin my day without a specific plan.

After some discussion over breakfast, our team decides to take a boat back over to Disney’s Contemporary Resort for some exploring. There are some new developments taking place over there, and the ever-seeking-Disney-information part in DD8 and me is able to persuade the more flexible family members that this activity will be fun and “educational.”

We catch a boat and repeat the pleasurable sailing excursion that we took the previous night. The sky is clear and beautiful, but the sun is frightfully powerful today. Even with a significant breeze on the water, the heat is rather torturous. It is a good thing that all family members are minimally clothed. Any attire other than loose shorts and tank tops would be the death of us.

Upon reaching the modern-themed dormitory, we head towards the main building. But the punishing sun combined with its glare off the water makes this stroll from the pier to the actual hotel reminiscent of Simba’s walk through the scorched dessert after he flees the Pridelands. It is certain that if we do not find shelter soon, we will find our swooning bodies collapse much as his did. Therefore, anything we are “educated” about today will pertain to the interior of the resort because the exterior cannot be endured at this hour.

Once inside, the air conditioning is a welcome reprieve. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief, and we move forward. As we turn the corner, we find a curiosity rarely seen by little, country bumpkins from an antiquated city in rural VA . . . stairs that move!! DD8 and DS6 have seen these new-fangled contraptions a time or two before and giggle with anticipation. But DD3’s eyes grow wide with bewilderment, and she looks at me with great uncertainty. I assure her that riding an escalator is fun and completely safe. She inches towards it in an effort to trust me but, ultimately, coils back in fear. She watches DH, DD8 and DS6 boldly step onto the perilous invention and be whisked away to higher levels. Then she decides that it would be acceptable for me to pick her up and take her on the escalator while she clings tightly to my neck with her eyes closed.

Each level of the resort reveals new places and a greater understanding of the things that define Disney’s Contemporary Resort. We find the California Grill’s hostess counter, some conference rooms, a designated pirate area for guests who take The Magical Fireworks Voyage and many odd-looking sitting areas that are reminiscent of “2001: A Space Odyssey”. But, certainly, the floor with the most appeal is the one that has numerous colorful shops and restaurants.

By this time, DD3 is feeling braver and permits me to merely hold her hand while she stands on the moving stairs. She can’t help but flash a proud smile over her sense of accomplishment, and she seems ready to go all the way to the top where the monorail makes its stop.

Riding the monorail is a rite of passage for all family members of a NDM since the second tenet of The Sacred Seven states: Thou shalt ride the monorail when in Walt Disney World®. You cannot say that you have “done” Disney if you have not been on the monorail. Any trip that excludes transportation by this iconic emblem is considered invalid in the eyes of a NDM and is not tolerated under any circumstance. So in order to validate our first trip as Disney Vacation Club Members, this event is a mandatory one.

We all pick a vehicle to occupy and take our places for this momentous occasion. DS6 insists that there is no need for him to sit. He is “big” now, and he declares that he is completely capable of standing while the monorail is in motion. DD3, who feels ready to take on anything due her escalator success, follows suit.

Our rotation along the monorail track ends up taking a little longer than usual. Apparently, the middle of the afternoon is the dedicated time for testing the monorail’s safety system. But my happy travelers are only more pleased with the frequent jostling that occurs as we “stop and go” at this elevation.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 10:56 AM

DARING MOVES THAT DISTRESS

Finally, we arrive at our original place of boarding and make our way back home. This time, DD3 will not allow me to assist her on the moving stairs at all. She has become a professional in escalatory travel at this point. So, entirely on her own, she steps confidently on the descending staircase. There is a little confusion as to her hand placement since the wall next to her does not move along with her tiny platform. But she eventually finds the progressing handrail above her head, and she does her best to reach it, resting her fingertips on it for more stability.

The bottom of the staircase quickly approaches. I, nervously, rattle off instructions to DD3 for a safe exit. She gives me an annoyed glance and tries to appear as if we are not associated. Then, with all the fortitude of an Olympian, she crouches down on her small platform and prepares for the jump of a lifetime.

I become more jittery. What if she doesn’t make it? What if this ends as a fatal escalator encounter? I decide that I must intervene. But before I am able to grab my child and save her from certain death, the nearing level arrives and DD3 leaps with both feet and sticks a victorious landing on the motionless ground. The euphoric feeling that always accompanies such great feats washes over all who witness this precious moment in time. But the euphoria is short lived as I hand DD3 over to DH so that he can prohibit future risky behaviors.

I take on the responsibility of DD8 now. DD8 never attempts any action that may pose a threat to her, so I figure my NDM nerves will bide in a more relaxed state with this child. As we walk hand-in-hand, she dreamily says, “Disney’s Contemporary Resort is my favorite resort. I hope that one day we will stay here.” I find I am impressed with her mature tastes that favor sophistication over the alarmingly huge, child-friendly monuments of the Disney Value Resorts.

We both longingly look towards the construction project that is being erected next to the hotel’s main building that we just exited. It is rumored that this tower is destined to be an addition to Disney’s Contemporary Resort; however, it is supposed that it will emerge as condos for Disney Vacation Club Members. Should it prove to be true, some time in the future I will fulfill this dream of my elegant vacationer. DD8 and I utter our shared hope for such an outcome as we venture out towards the edge of the marina.

The blue-flagged ship, once again carries us over the calm, murky waters. DD8 expresses a desire to have more “girl time” this evening. She states that she really enjoyed our exclusive moment while watching “High School Musical” and is a bit regretful that we don’t have exclusive moments more frequently. I agree that those occasions are lovely and need to be scheduled more often. So I whisper that I will discuss the possibility of “girl time” with DH, and we both cross our fingers for a positive outcome.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 11:03 AM

THE IRONY OF A WATERSLIDE

Approaching the Wilderness Lodge brings a sense of closure to our afternoon excursion, but DH, DD8 and DS6 are not ready to resign for the day. They determine that a swim in the pool is an ideal mid-day activity. But this doesn’t seem to be a wise choice for DD3. She exerted an immense amount of energy with her gold-winning leap off of the escalator, and I can see that a nap is needed to restore her resources. So after some lunch in our villa, DH, DD8 and DS6 tramp off to the water hole while DD3 and I ready ourselves for a siesta.

I confess that a part of me is nervous about sending my older kiddos off to the pool with just DH. They are not strong swimmers, and DH is not always attentive like NDMs tend to be. I imagine that Marlin must have felt much like this when he let Nemo and his “lucky fin” go to the Drop Off with his well-meaning but distracted teacher, Mr. Ray. However, this is a good opportunity for me to practice “taking it slow,” so I push my concerns aside and hope for a better outcome than the disaster that befell Marlin. I put DD3 in her resting place, and I snuggle up in mine. As my breathing slows and I recede into slumber, I note that relaxing while on vacation does have benefits.

When DD3 and I awake, we find that there is still time for us to join the others at the pool. We put on our bathing best and scurry out into the sunshine. DH, DD8 and DS6 are delighted we came, and DH tells me of my elder youngins’ reaction to the slide. DS6 is enthralled by the rush of accelerating down the slope and into the pool. But DD8 is slightly mortified by the inevitable thrust of her head under the water when she reaches the slide’s end.

DD3 looks at the playful waterfall in question and decides that it is not beyond her capabilities. If one can manage the perils of moving stairs, surely one can handle the docile pushing of a water current. So DH and DD3 accompany one another to the water slide line.

DH comes down first and waits at the bottom of the slide, ready to catch our little fish that is to follow. DD3 does, indeed, descend with the current. But the current is not gently coaxing her along. It is vehemently shoving her down its tract. I watch in horror as my baby spins recklessly, bumping her head and bottom as she bounces between the sides of the slide. DH grabs her as she is dumped into the water. This has not gone well. My little trooper will need to be comforted by the safety of her mommy’s embrace as soon as she regains her bearings. But—to my surprise--a smiling and laughing child emerges from the scene. She can’t wait to do this again.

DD8 is slightly shamed by the courageous acts of her younger sister, but she will not be bullied into such dangerous endeavors. I offer the plausible option of wearing a life jacket, and she agrees that this would resolve her slide-phobic mentality.

Since Disney Vacation Club Members can avail themselves of life jacket privileges at no extra cost, we take advantage of this perk. DD8 is fitted for her new attire, and I sign off on its use. We then return to the pool with a new sense of bravado.

DH greets me at the pool steps with hearty laughter as he relays DD3’s insatiable desire to go down the slide. DD3 proudly holds her head high, and she and DS6 play near us while we talk. I show DH the new solution that DD8 and I found for her dilemma. He admires her sporting fashion and encourages her to try the slippery slope once again. We look to DD3 for confirmation that the slide is nothing to fear, but she has disappeared. My heart is seized with immediate terror as my eyes dart to different locations in hopes of seeing her. I chance to spot her little bottom running toward the water slide. Her sense of invincibility has overcome her sense of reality. She is going to throw herself upon the avalanche of H2O without parental supervision. There is no time to stop her, so I command DH to go back to the bottom of the slide and catch every being that descends until we have recovered our ego-inflated baby. After a full minute of agony, DD3 comes sliding down into the eager arms of DH. She is safely delivered to her NDM who looks around for a paper bag to breathe in.

Witnessing the panicked reaction of her parents in reference to the water slide, DD8 reconsiders the wisdom of coming down its slippery tract. We try to reassure her that she will fare well and has no reason to fear. She finally relents and goes with DH who promises to catch her just as he caught DD3. Meanwhile, DD3 receives an animated lecture about the fatal dangers of wandering off without a parent, especially when it is towards a continuous flow of aggressive fluid.

DD8 makes a successful journey down the wilderness slide and receives many rounds of applause from her adoring family. DD3 and DS6 are once again granted permission to accompany DH in the water slide line, but this is the final round of sliding for all.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 11:07 AM

FASHION IS A “BEAR” NECESSITY

We head back to our villa to clean up and change. The Cub’s Den, a kid’s care center, is open from 2 – 4 pm today for free arts and crafts. My little cub’s can hardly wait to see this den and delve into the planned activities, so we ready ourselves and head in the direction of the fanciful playroom.

We enter a pleasant room. Wooded murals are painted on the walls. The creative artwork of various cubs is proudly displayed. There is a significant inventory of Disney books, Disney movies, Disney games, Disney action figures and toys. We see on a miniature table, surrounded by miniature chairs, the supplies for today’s craft. The supervising Mama Bear of the kid-friendly den explains to us that we can design our own sunglasses today. All my critters get a twinkle in their eye at the suggestion. They have never designed their own sunglasses before.

DD8, who has a natural artistic inclination, immediately gets down to business. She seems to have already decided on her personal plan. So without hesitation, she avails herself of the various colors in the middle of the table and begins detailing the rims of her given glasses.

DD3 sweetly says, “Mommy, you do it.” She hands me her sunglasses so that I can concoct some flamboyant frames for her. I ask her if she wants anything in particular on her glasses. She shrugs and says, “No. Just put whatever you want.” Easy to please, I write her name in a clever font and accessorize it with stars.

DS6 stares at his blank sunglasses for a time, deep in thought. He seems to have a direction that he wants to take with this craft, but he hesitates in starting the process. This is not unusual for DS6. He is a perfectionist at heart, and his fear of not reaching his own standard often stops him in his tracks. Finally he hands me his glasses and says, “Mommy, I want a dog on my glasses. Will you please make one?” “But DS6,” I implore, “don’t you want to make the dog?” “No,” he resolves, “I do not know how to draw a dog very well. You need to do it.” I inform him that I don’t think I can draw a dog very well either . . . at least not in such a small area. But he insists that I have this ability and should apply myself.

I get to work on the dog, but—as suspected—it does not meet with DS6’s expectations. He suggests that maybe DH can do a better job and fix the disastrous design I have created. I warn that DH’s artistic abilities are inferior to mine, so I doubt that he can improve on my humble beginning. But DS6 decides that DH should be given a chance. DH does, indeed, manage to disturb the dog image even further.

Seeing that he is now doomed to don the deformed dog shades, DS6 bursts into tears. He cannot bear the thought of such humiliation. I agree that this appalling accessory will not do, so I offer to repair the situation if DS6 is agreeable to a more simplistic design. He tearfully surrenders his dog-fashion dream to my less enticing idea of a masculine color scheme that features his name.

Once the new creation is complete, DS6 does find his shades to be acceptable. No more tears are shed, and he even tries them on to see how the man-empowering design makes him feel.

We play with the toys in the den for a while, but time soon runs out. The den is closing so that it can prepare for the arrival of the privileged children with pending babysitting reservations. We clean up our mess, make way for these important visitors and leave the great fun of the den behind.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 11:16 AM

THE GRAND AMENITIES OF THE GRAND FLORIDIAN

Our growling, bear bellies persuade us to go home. It is time to think about our next meal. While preparing dinner, I broach the subject of “girl time” with DH. DH is agreeable to this idea since it means that he will be able to remain in the villa and watch ESPN without the naggings of a NDM who has no appreciation for sports. He adds that he will borrow a DVD from the mercantile, a delightful perk for Disney Vacation Club Members, and we can have a “family movie night” upon my return with DD8. This sounds perfect, and I turn to wink at DD8 so that she knows our request has been approved.

DD8 and I make our plans and relish the idea of “getting away.” We decide that a tour of the monorail resorts is the best option for the evening. She and I, both, thoroughly enjoy inspirational atmospheres, but such surroundings are sometimes lost on the remainder of the family. So we agree that this is our chance to indulge in the dreamy environments of Disney’s Contemporary Resort, Disney’s Polynesian Resort and Disney’s Grand Floridian Resort & Spa without the bothersome presence of less-romantic relatives.

After a healthy dinner, DD8 and I trek back to the marina to catch another ride to Disney’s Contemporary Resort. DD8 meekly petitions the driver about the possibility of driving the boat. This rigid skipper expounds on Disney regulations that prohibit non-licensed persons from sailing his fine ship. Drats! DD8 was hoping to commandeer this vessel so that her brother would no longer have bragging rights concerning this privilege. But she is rejected and given the consolation gift of a Mickey Mouse sticker.

We take our places in the boat, arrive at the desired location and board the monorail with smug familiarity. Our first stop is Disney’s Polynesian Resort. It is exquisite with its water gardens and exotic flowers. We wander outside and discover erupting volcanoes and a placid pool. The views of Seven Seas Lagoon are particularly calming, and DD8 and I revel in the aura of this place. We lament that we don’t have more time but know that we should move on.

Next, we journey to Disney’s Grand Floridian Resort & Spa. There is so much to see, and yet the pace of this elegant place is one of leisure. So we stroll side by side as we window-shop and pretend to be of higher breeding. Riding in the glass elevator gives us some amusement as does watching the toddlers in princess attire, spinning in the lobby. A formally dressed pianist provides concertos and minuets for the princess’ dancing pleasure, and we can’t help but smile while taking in the whole ensemble.

The sight of twinkling lights outside catches our eyes. Darkness has now fallen over the grandeur of this picturesque habitat, and white lights accent the structures and flora beyond the lobby’s enclosure. We venture outside so that we can take part in the delicate atmosphere of the Victorian walkways.

Upon finding a romantic water fountain, DD8 confesses that she has an urgent need to use the restroom. We quickly change our focus from the fantastic views to the hunt for a toilet.

We find a bathroom of elaborate propriety back in the lobby and are not above marveling over the refined faucets and commodes. But apparently, these are not the only amenities that capture DD8’s attention. For as we leave the facility and rejoin the aristocratic population of Disney’s Grand Floridian Resort & Spa, my daughter brashly inquires, “Mommy, what are tampons for?” “Why do you ask,” I respond in a hushed tone, noting the raised eyebrows of others who pass us in this awkward moment. DD8 does not follow my subdued example. She responds at an uninhibited volume, “Well, I saw a box hanging on the bathroom wall. It looked like a machine that you get candy from if you put a quarter in it, but it said ‘Tampons’. What are they? And why do we need them in the bathroom?”

I ponder how I should direct this conversation. I am a little unprepared for this topic since I hadn’t suspected its relevance for another four years. But, nevertheless, I am now confronted with this delicate matter. What should I do?

On the one hand, in the family of a NDM all momentous occasions should take place in Walt Disney World®. Certainly the explanation of puberty and its purposes qualifies as a momentous occasion. What could be more memorable than enjoying the homestead of Mickey Mouse and having an enlightened discussion about the process a girl goes through to become a woman?

On the other hand, the uptight, Victorian décor of this particular resort along with the many potential eavesdroppers doesn’t lend itself to such dialog. Maybe this topic should be reserved for a less frigid hotel. I quickly search the Disney files in my memory for a more appropriate setting . . . perhaps a Winnie the Pooh area with a birds-bees-and-honey-trees theme. But, alas, I cannot immediately recall such a place.

In the confines of my head, I concede that this conversation begs for better preparation as well as more time than we have been allotted for the evening. So I tell DD8 that her questions have complicated answers and that I find myself unable to satisfy them at this time. But I placate her with a promise to take her on a retreat to Walt Disney World® when she is 10 years old. It will be a whole trip that she and I enjoy alone. On this trip, we will have “girl time” all the time, and—after I look into the matter a little more—I will be fully prepared to answer her questions. This is acceptable to DD8, and we move out of the abrupt situation and back into the suave practice of resort hopping.

The monorail returns us to Disney’s Contemporary Resort where we board another blue-flagged vessel. We have a different skipper than the one who navigated our last trip, so DD8 tries again for the coveted, boat-driving experience. Perhaps, now that the night could hide her illegal activities, she will find a skipper that is more apt to bend the rules. But, once again, she is met with a gentle but unyielding captain who explains the fun-inhibiting restriction of the Disney seas. She is smiled at, patted on the head and given another sticker. Doh!

When we arrive back at our villa, we are welcomed with hugs and kisses. The movie is about to begin, and our entrance is timely. “Meet the Robinsons” is the pick of the evening. So the sleeper sofa is unfolded, and we all gather upon its comforting mattress to celebrate the beauty of family by watching the touching story.

As the film comes to an end, DH and I tuck our little ones into their soothing blankets and place the billowing pillows under their heads. We pray that they will get a good night’s sleep because tomorrow we take on the demanding mission of mastering the Magic Kingdom®.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 11:25 AM

DAY 5
MATTERS THAT COULD END A MARRIAGE

The alarm goes off at 6:00 am. The first thing on my mind is the third tenet of The Sacred Seven: Thou shalt arrive at the theme park before the gate opens.

Getting a family of five ready for a full day at the Magic Kingdom® takes a lot of time, so an early start is completely necessary. I find that I am a little groggy. The movie last night kept us up past our bedtime, so I am already starting the day off with a less than ideal amount of sleep. But as I pull out my ULTIMATE DISNEY PACKING LIST and stuff my backpack with all the necessities for our big day, my adrenaline starts to kick in.

I try to wake DH so that he can help me get through the morning routine with the kids, but he is unwilling to get up. He mumbles that he doesn’t have anything he needs to do before we leave. I suppose I can let him sleep another 15 minutes before the NDM in me turns ugly.

I get myself dressed and primped for the day and then return to the bed where DH continues to snore. “DH, you need to get up now,” I declare in no uncertain terms. “Extra Magic Hour begins in under two hours. No one is dressed. We still have to prepare and eat breakfast. And only Heaven knows how long it will take for us to catch a bus.” DH grunts at me and begrudgingly gets out of bed. He seems unable to move faster than a sloth submerged in a tank of peanut butter, but I figure that in a few minutes his adrenaline will kick in just as mine did.

I wake the children gently. They seem a little cranky too, but their dispositions improve with every minute as the realization of going to the Magic Kingdom® sinks in. I get them dressed and tie up DD8 and DD3’s hair so that they won’t have rats’ nests for heads at the end of the day. Soon I have three kingdomlings, eager for the magic that awaits them.

DH continues to proceed with all the haste of an elderly couple taking a Sunday stroll. As we go through the motions of our breakfast and supplement routine, he seems more deliberate in his sluggish mode.

It is known that DH carries his family’s “passive-aggressive” trait, which means that his behavior pattern is to aggressively frustrate plans that he doesn’t like by passively resisting them. In this instance I conclude that he is resentful about being awakened so early. So as everyone else becomes more anxious to leave, he seems to become more purposeful about resisting our exit.

In spite of the fact that during his morning gruntings he communicated there wasn’t anything that warranted his attention and early rising, he now finds various tasks that need to be managed. His pace is maddeningly apathetic.

It is a rare occurrence for me to have the children completely ready for departure before DH is ready. DH is always the one standing around, waiting for the rest of us to get our acts together. So I am a little baffled that this morning the tables have been turned.

The children and I stand at the door of our villa, dressed, groomed, fed, packed and ready-to-go. We watch DH slowly walk to and fro throughout the rooms as if the Magic Kingdom opening weren’t for another 6 hours, and we grow more frustrated with every passing second. What is he doing? Does he not realize that when married to a NDM this is grounds for divorce?

DH finally gets his act together and is ready to leave. Sheesh! The children and I bolt out the door, leaving DH in the dust. When we are half way to the bus stop, I hear DH call out to us, “Oh! I forgot that I have to return the movie to the mercantile.” What?! He told me that he didn’t have anything that he needed to do this morning! This is the last straw! I am calling my lawyer when we return home. Actually, I don’t have a lawyer, but you can bet your sweet, mouse ears that I will find one.

Apparently DH sees the darts flying out of my eyes and towards his head. He quickly turns back towards the villa and sprints to retrieve the movie. The kids and I continue towards the bus stop. Little, dark rain clouds, much like the ones that follow Eeyore, form above our heads and hover as a warning to any other obstacles in our path to the Magic Kingdom®.

Within two minutes of arriving at the bus stop, the bus for the Magic Kingdom® pulls up. DH is nowhere to be found. So as all the other happy guests excitedly board, DD8, DS6, DD3 and I remain seated on the bus stop bench. The bus leaves, and we are left behind to contemplate our irritation with DH.

We see DH running feverishly past the bus stop and toward the mercantile with DVD in hand. Lightening bolts now shoot out of our rain cloud head-coverings, aimed at the moving target. He is worthy of a good filleting, but he narrowly escapes electrocution with his frantic speed.

After a few minutes, DH arrives at the bus stop. He sheepishly approaches the rest of the family, knowing that he has crossed an unspoken line with his behavior. DS6 and DD3 find it easy to forgive DH and are happy that we will now be able to proceed. But, in hopes that he will feel some remorse, DD8 and I inform him that he caused us to miss our first bus. Then we stand at a satisfactory distance so that he will understand he is momentarily banished from our good graces.

Multiple buses arrive at our stop, but none of them are for the Magic Kingdom®. With each one that comes and goes, the anxiety builds into a disabling tension. DD8 and I despair. Hopefully this is not a foreshadowing of our day-to-come.

Six buses later, another Magic Kingdom® charter pulls up to the stop. We frantically gather and hop on board. We take our seats, and I look at my little ones. They are antsy with expectation, trying to suppress nervous giggles. I acknowledge that it is time to release DH from his prison of ostracism. To express his repentance, DH adjusts his attitude to conform to the appropriate, excited and motivated mentality of all Disney park guests. I mull over the fact that this change is happening a little late, but for the sake of our Disney day, I spend the five-minute bus ride letting go of my pent-up irritation.

chrisw127

01-07-2009, 11:25 AM

DAY 1
ROAD TRIP

Two months ago, I scoured many Disney related websites in search of a list that would help me get ready for our trip. TheMouseForLess.com provided the most thorough guidance with its ULTIMATE DISNEY PACKING LIST. Since then I have acquired, organized and packed all the items that it said I must have.

The suitcases have been sitting in DS6’s room for at least a month, waiting to be loaded into our minivan. I thought my diligent preparation would eliminate the frantic running-around that happens at the last minute. But here we are--the day we plan to leave--and there is still so much to be done!

My children have a medical condition that requires them to be on a restricted diet. This complicates our departure considerably. Since I can’t risk getting to Orlando and not finding their approved foods, we have to gather our groceries prior to leaving. Unfortunately, almost everything my children eat is perishable, so virtually none of these food items can be purchased or packed ahead of time. This leaves much work for us to do on the last day.

My husband seems to be dragging his feet. I know that he is excited to take this trip, but his attitude can resemble Grumpy’s when it is time to load the vehicle. I understand that it is particularly laborious, but I am so anxious to get going that his difficult manner is irritating me beyond description. Doesn’t he know that going to Disney invokes blissful joy that overcomes all other dislikes? His apparent lack of understanding this basic principle somehow renders me incapable of entering this gleeful state myself. His contagious cranky spirit is stealing my happiness, and this irritates me further as I acknowledge the hypocrisy of being irritated by someone else’s inability to overcome irritation. I find myself in a vicious downward spiral at this point that drags me into the dark recesses that hide in every NDM’s mind.

Once packed, we have to make a 13-hour trip in one big drive straight through the night to reach our destination. I am a little anxious about having to make this drive because I know that DH will not be much help when I am ready to occupy the passenger seat. He is incapable of driving for more than an hour or two at a time. He gets road hypnosis or something and goes right to sleep, and it scares the snot out of me since he could kill us all. This obviously means that the brunt of the journey falls to me, and I find myself getting more irritated as I think about my impending duty as primary driver.

I was hoping to feed the kids, clean up from dinner and get on the road by 7 pm so that I could get a good portion of the trip covered by the time sleepiness hits me. But DH's horrid attitude is prolonging the process to an extent that makes me want to pull my hair out.

We finally get in the car about 9:30 pm and pull out of the driveway. DH then tells me we have to stop at Walmart to get some more last minute things. I am not amused. After our stop at Walmart, we finally begin our trip at 10:30 pm . . . 3 1/2 hours behind schedule! This is not a good start, and I empathize with Rabbit who is constantly unnerved when the other characters in The Hundred Acre Wood foil his best laid plans.

DH offers to start the drive. I turn him down because I know that I will have to take over for him within the hour, and that would only further frustrate me. Also, I know that my current inner-turmoil will serve us well as I tend to drive a little faster when I am cranky.

So off we go. I am conquering the road at an exciting pace. DH promptly falls asleep. DD8, DS6, and DD3 are squished but quiet and content as they watch a movie together from the lone, bench seat of our van.

DD8 is crammed up against the side of the van because the two car seats of her siblings occupy the vast majority of the bench seat. At one point DD8 whines a little about being uncomfortable. Even though her frustration is valid, she is barked at by her lunatic mom, who has not yet relinquished grudges against the vacation-menacing dad. "I don't want to hear one syllable of complaint,” I exclaim. “I am working a job for the sole purpose of financing these wonderful Disney vacations, and being cramped in the car is the only way we can get there. If I hear even one whimper of complaining--so help me--the
complainer will not go on any Disney trips in future years. He or she will stay home with Grandma because only happy people are allowed in Disney World!" In my mind, I am fully aware that if this were entirely true, I would be the first one eliminated right now. But being the NDM that I am I tend to say these hypocritical and guilt-inducing things in times of high stress. My empty threat works, and there are no complaints henceforth.

Once the movie is over, it is time to turn off the TV and allow my sweet offspring to dream away the miles between our blissful Disney destination and us. Since the car’s sound system is no longer occupied by the screen-play of “Treasure Planet,” I put on music and keep blazing a trail on the interstate.

As I immerse myself in the consuming world of radio, I begin to sing away my frustration over the challenging start to our trip. Slowly, all becomes right again. With each note I gradually evolve into the compassionate, loving, comforting, fun-filled, doting wife and mother that I usually am. So I continue to sing with a smile as I think about my now inevitable arrival in Florida . . . if I can just get through this drive.

Apparently, I hit some kind of groove and find myself driving without the faintest sign of impending exhaustion. The states go by, and I am still going strong. Around 6:30 am, I begin to feel a slight inkling of reduction in energy and my vocal chords are hoarse from the relentless abuse of an eight-hour singing marathon.

I am truly pleased as I acknowledge my Walt Disney World® driving record. I have taken us from central VA past the FL border and somehow shaved two hours off of our trip. With this badge of honor worn proudly on my sleeve, I relinquish the wheel to DH who awakes and is in awe of me. I smugly tell him that I can take the wheel back should he tire in an hour. He smirks at my snootiness and assures me that he is capable of handling the remainder of the drive.
As I snuggle into the passenger seat, my slight reduction of energy becomes complete exhaustion. I happily go comatose in an uncomfortable, upright position, knowing that in a few hours I will wake up at my friend's house in Kissimmee, and I will be only one day away from arriving at Walt Disney World®.

I'm the same way. There's nothing I enjoy more than rubbing it in to my dear, lame-o husband (who also can't drive more than an hour without falling asleep) that I've once again gotten us to our destination.

Love your TR!

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 11:36 AM

MAFIA IN THE MAGIC KINGDOM

Mission accomplished. By the time our bus pulls up at the Magic Kingdom®, I successfully put aside my dissatisfaction with DH and move on. Our family unit is emotionally united once again and proceeds toward the security tables and ticket turnstiles.

Once we have been approved at all checkpoints, we are free to enter the Magic Kingdom®. The excitement begins the moment we pass under the Walt Disney World® Railroad station. Posters advertising different rides in the park catch the attention of my little adventurers. DD3 screams loudly, “Look, Mom! There is a picture with the ghosts. Look! There is a picture with the tea cups! Look! There is a picture with the jungle animals!” I can’t contain my laughter. I remember feeling the same elation at 3 years old when I saw those posters, and her reaction to them makes me feel that age again.

We emerge from the underpass onto Main Street, U.S.A.®. All the children gasp at its beauty, for it gives the feeling of having entered utopia. The index fingers on three separate hands point in all directions, vying for the attention of our group. But no one’s enthusiasm matches that of DD3 who is yelling out the names of everything she sees of interest. “BALLOONS! FLOWERS! PLUTO! JIMINY CRICKET! PIANO! ICE CREAM!” I cannot take my eyes off of her. Her giddiness is contagious, and I feel so full of joy. This must be spilling over to others around us. I look at other guests in our vicinity. As DD3 continues to yell, it catches their attention. Once they settle their eyes on her and see the magical world she has discovered, they smile and laugh too.

Soon the greatest Magic Kingdom® icon comes into view. “IT’S CINDERELLA’S CASTLE!!!” DD3 can hardly contain herself, and I briefly fear she may faint. “DD3, would you like to walk near the castle,” I ask. “Yes! Yes! Yes,” she cries.

During my Disney investigation for this trip, I was advised that the best strategy for parents with young children was to pass by the castle and go straight to Fantasyland®. Children are at their best early in the morning so they can enjoy these rides before the noon-time “crankies” hit them. Also, the lines are minimal at this time, so you can get on all these rides within a few hours. So the plan is to head straight for Dumbo The Flying Elephant, DD3’s ride of choice. Then we are to go to Peter Pan’s Flight. After that the remaining Fantasyland® attractions can be done in any order.

We speed-walk towards the castle and around its sky-scraping turrets. DD3 gawks at its towering presence, but she is now anxious to see what lies behind it.

Fantasyland® appears and more gasps are heard as all the children take in the sights of whirling elephants, prancing carousel horses, colorful banners and storybook buildings. A little girl from Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique, dressed in a princess costume with an immovable hair style and glittering make-up, passes in front of us. “Oh, Mommy, it’s a princess,” DD3 says in an awe-struck whisper. I grab her up into my arms, hug her tightly, kiss her cheek and nuzzle her. “You are MY princess,” I remind her affectionately.

We continue on our path toward Dumbo The Flying Elephant when we are abruptly halted by a husky, bald, Italian New Yorker. He points to DS6 and says in an accent reminiscent of the Godfather, “Hey you! We’ve been looking for you!” DS6 looks panicked and doesn’t know what he has done to warrant this search. The hefty mobster, whose name-tag says Edward, pulls out his walkie-talkie. “Yeah! I found him. The kid with the pirate shirt that you been looking for is right here. I got him.” DS6 looks bewildered. Yes, he has made some mistakes in childhood, but—surely--he is not deserving of being whacked by the mafia. “Follow me,” Edward commands in an intimidating voice. DS6 looks to me for guidance. I gesture that he should be obedient and reassure him that we will all be right behind him.

We trail Edward to a sword stuck in an anvil. DS6’s eyes are wide in disbelief. He was unaware that executions were performed in the Magic Kingdom®. Is this the end for him? He looks to me for clarity, but Edward’s commanding voice draws his attention. “This sword in the stone, here, needs to be pulled out. Now, we haven’t been able to find anyone who can do it, but we think you might be able to. With your tough pirate shirt and all, you seem to be a strong, young man. Do you think you can do this?”

DS6 appears confused. Why would the mafia need the assistance of a 6 year-old boy? DS6 looks to me for a translation. I explain, “DS6, do you remember watching ‘Sword in the Stone’?” He nods. “This sword is just like the one in the movie,” I continue, “Do you remember how ONLY Arthur was able to pull out the sword in the movie?” He nods again. “Well, this man is looking for the ONLY person here who can pull this sword out. He thinks it might be you, and he wants you to try.”

The light bulb goes on in DS6’s head. He now understands what is being asked of him and lets Edward know that he, indeed, is the man for this job. Countless hours of gymnastic lessons have increased his muscle mass exponentially, and DS6 frequently takes pleasure in performing feats of great strength. He now sees that all of his previous hard work has prepared him for this moment of destiny.

DS6 pushes up his short sleeves to display his bulging biceps for the crowd that has begun to gather around him. He places his hands on the silver handle of the piercing weapon and strains to release it from its confinement in the anvil. Edward’s hairless scalp perspires as his nerves are wracked with the suspense of the moment. Slowly the sword gives way until, finally, DS6 has accomplished what he set out to do.

Edward calls on the crowd to give DS6 a round of applause. Everyone explodes into loud cheers and shrill whistles. Edward turns to DS6 and assures him that he has shown himself to be of noble character by completing this task. The hefty, bald man then places a wand on DS6’s shoulders and knights him as “Prince of the Day.” DS6 then receives a sticker-badge, proclaiming this honor to all who look upon his t-shirt.

DS6 is ready to descend from the platform and rejoin his anxious little sister who is now pulling on my arm and pleading, “Mommy, we have to go to Dumbo right now!” But as he begins to leave, Edward calls out, “I’m not done wit’ you yet.” DS6 returns to Edward’s side, and Edward gives him a certificate to commemorate his achievement. DS6 thanks him and readies to exit. Edward once again calls out, “I’m not done wit’ you yet.” DS6 returns again, and Edward presents him with the official photo of Alice and The Mad Hatter. DS6 thanks him again and attempts to leave again. “Hey,” Edward bellows, “I ain’t done wit’ you yet!” DS6 crinkles his eyebrows in annoyance but returns to Edward’s side. Edward pulls out a small bottle and blows bubbles all around DS6. DS6 now crinkles his nose along with his eyebrows as bubbles envelope him. He looks to the bald man for permission to leave, but Edward still insists that he hasn’t finished, so DS6 stays put. He is then given a golden ticket that takes him to the front of any one line of his choosing.

DS6 wisely hands the ticket over to me for safe-keeping. Edward asks him if he will use his pass for his first ride. DS6 looks uncertain, so I answer for him. I explain that we will most likely save the pass for the long line of Splash Mountain® but, right now, we need to hurry because Dumbo The Flying Elephant is our first destination and the line is building as we speak.

DD3, who has not stopped begging for permission to board the Dumbo ride, is now dragging me in the direction of the flying pachyderms. She cannot be put off another second. Edward seems a little disappointed that he will not witness our prince using his pass, but the better plan of saving it for a more opportune time stands.

We thank Edward profusely for the grand memory he has bestowed upon us as well as his time-saving golden ticket. Then we pack away all our new treasures and make tracks to the Dumbo ride.

As we walk, I become aware of a stalking presence behind us. I turn to find a troubled Edward deep in thought. “Ya know,” he says as he comes out of his intense consideration, “I’m gonna get you to the front of that Dumbo line, and you can still keep your pass. ‘The ‘Prince of the Day’ waits for no one, so you just come wit’ me.”

DD3 and DD8 cannot believe their luck. Their brother is “Prince of the Day,” which makes them princesses by association. And now the royal benefits begin with a direct entrance to our first ride.

We walk past the queque line that has piled up to a surprising length in such a short period. Edward deposits us within the designated exit area and calls to the operator of the attraction. “These are my friends,” he tells the Fantasyland® wench, “We have the ‘Prince of the Day’ here and his two princess sisters. They are to get on this ride the next time around because the ‘Prince of the Day’ waits for no one.” The lady smiles kindly in DS6’s direction and curtsies out of respect for His Majesty. DS6 blushes because of her exclusive attentions and hides behind DD8 and DD3.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 11:37 AM

You've got my attention

count me in :thumbsup2

Yeah! A reader!:yay: I'd love to have your feedback as we go along.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 11:39 AM

I'm the same way. There's nothing I enjoy more than rubbing it in to my dear, lame-o husband (who also can't drive more than an hour without falling asleep) that I've once again gotten us to our destination.

Love your TR!

LOL!:rotfl2: A kindred spirit! Thanks for your comment. It is encouraging to find others who "get it."

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 11:44 AM

HARD-KNOCK LIFE LESSONS

Within a minute, DD8, DS6, DD3 and I climb onto the backs of two Dumbo carts. DH sets up in a spot outside of the gate to capture the certain-to-be-unforgettable video footage.

Our elephants soar, and DD3 squeals with delight. I witness the highlight of her lifetime as we rotate around Timothy Mouse perched on a circus ball. I look for the elephant hosting my other two circus performers. Once spotted, I see that DD8 and DS6 are looking at each other and laughing with great gusto. I take out my camera and manage to snap a fantastic photo of the castle from my elevated vantage point. We have not been here long, but this is shaping up to be a terrific day.

The elephants land gently, and DD3 exclaims, “I want to ride that again!” I try to explain that we may come back to it later, but we will not ride it again right now. She protests, but I explain that Peter Pan’s boat is waiting for us. She allows me to coax her from the grey, circus animal and be escorted to the next ride.

The whole family enjoys a pleasant trip across the skies of London and Neverland with Peter and his dedicated troop. DD3 once again cannot believe her eyes and thrills over the sight of Tinkerbell, pirates, mermaids and crocodiles. When our boat comes to rest safely on the moving platform, DD3 cries, “I want to ride that again!” I assure her that there is more fun to be had on other rides, so we must go. She doesn’t believe me and insists that we must stay on the boat for another time around the suspended track. But I point out that there is a ride operator, quickly approaching, who will demand that we get off. She surrenders to this fate and scrambles out of the boat.

“It’s a small world” is the next logical choice since its placement is closest. DH volunteers to skip this insanely repetitive ride and get FastPasses to Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. He plans to meet us when we exit the attraction. I agree that this is a good plan, and we go our separate ways.

In the boat, DD3’s eyes glimmer in expectation. The boat lurches forward and my world travelers yell, “Whoa!” Once we are immersed in the international community of singing dolls, my brood joins in the musical festivities by singing along. I look at DD3. Undoubtedly, there is no other child of happier countenance at this very moment.

Nearing the end, our floating vehicle approaches the area where we first boarded. DD3 gleefully laughs, “I want to ride that again.” I give her the same reasoning for moving on as I have on the previous rides, and her broad smile turns to a threatening scowl.

When our boat finally halts next to the exiting platform, DD8 and DS6 happily jump from the ship onto the platform, eager to find DH and board the next ride. I turn to DD3 so I can assist her in climbing from the boat, but she is unwilling to take my hand. “DD3,” I express, “it is time to get out now. Our turn is over. The people standing next to you are waiting for their turn.” This rationale does not persuade DD3. She will no longer be denied her second time around. She wants to sing along with her new, ethnic friends once more, and she fully intends to do it. “DD3,” I call to her in a very firm voice. She glares at me defiantly and crosses her arms while roots sprout from her small derriere into the seat. An invisible battle line has been drawn. Fellow park guests and cast members alike watch to see what my next move will be.

Since it is her first time in the Magic Kingdom®, DD3 has not yet learned the fourth tenet of The Sacred Seven: Thou shalt not repeat a ride until each one has been experienced.

Many months of analysis have led to a carefully devised strategy for completing all desired activities during our few hours of Magic Kingdom® bliss. This strategy does not include repeating the same experience over and over. If rides were to be repeated according to whim, there might be rides left at the end of the day that were never enjoyed. DD3 is short-sighted with her willingness to be dictated by momentary desires. Her rationale that the Magic Kingdom® gives pleasure in an unorganized fashion--that one can enjoy the magic as it just happens to present itself--is flawed. One must plan for it, seek it out and adhere to the schedule! DD3 is naïve in her approach to taking on a Disney theme park as well as insensitive to the others in line behind her, but she is about to be schooled.

Being left with no alternative, I pass my camera to DS6 and backpack to DD8. I then swoop down upon DD3 and uproot her from her plantation. She is slightly stunned as I swing her over my shoulder and hike up the ramp, out of the building and into the blinding light.

Tears begin to stream down her cheeks. Her heart is broken. Her pride is crushed. She sobs her story to DH, who greets us in our designated meeting spot. DH sympathizes with DD3 but firmly says that disobedience is not allowed . . . especially not in Walt Disney World®. If she wants to continue to have fun in the Magic Kingdom®, she will have to abide by the rules and get off the rides when our turn is over. People who don’t follow Disney rules, he relays, are taken to Disney jail. I echo this truth and tell a story about my good friend in middle school who was taken to Disney jail and banned from the park when she and a pal trespassed into an area that was off-limits.

The story makes an impact. Although the thought of Disney jail sounds like it might be fun, all three mouseketeers shrink back in horror at the thought of being banned from the park. DD3 counts herself lucky to not have been served such consequences for her recent rebellion and commits to better behavior in the future. We make our way around Fantasyland® without further difficulty and decide it is time to brave the two mountains in Frontierland®.

spokanemom

01-07-2009, 11:48 AM

Yeah! A reader!:yay: I'd love to have your feedback as we go along.

You have more than one reader! I am now late for work, thanks... :surfweb: I love your writing style and I still have the print out of the submission that you posted for all of us to read. I am glad to have more from you to read. What a fantastic tale of Disney World wonderment!

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 11:50 AM

TALES FROM THE BRIAR PATCH

Finally coming of age for these rides, DD8 and DS6 realize that potential thrill brings excitement but also trepidation. However, DD8 and DS6 have been informed of the fifth tenet in The Sacred Seven: Thou shalt not reject a ride until it has been personally experienced. They have also gone through intense training to ease the shock of their upcoming mountain expeditions. We have discussed these upcoming events over numerous dinners. They know what to expect. They have practically memorized the tracks from months and months of viewing runs of the mountains on You Tube. This has provided all the preparation one could hope for.

Splash Mountain® is first. DH and I have to take turns riding because DD3 does not meet the height requirement and must be chaperoned while everyone else rides. So DS6 and I hastily run to the entrance with his golden ticket, leaving the others at The Laughing Place playground.

DS6 likes the ride, but with each approaching waterfall I can see tremendous apprehension. He consistently blurts out, “Is this it? Is this the ‘big one’?” I encourage him to simply enjoy himself and all the friendly animatronics around us, but he is unable to relax entirely as the inevitable five-story drop looms in his future.

We reach the long incline that takes us to the precipice of the watery mountain. As we jiggle our way up to the top, DS6 looks a little frantic. I counsel him to just hold his breath, brace his feet and grip the bar as tight as he can. I also remind him that I will hold on to him fiercely, and we will safely arrive at the bottom of the Briar Patch in a few short seconds.

As we plummet down the waterfall, I am exhilarated by the adrenaline rush. I do find it a little more terror-inducing since holding my son leaves me with only one hand to grip our log. But it is still the great experience that it always is, and I feel blessed to be the one to induct DS6 into the Splash Mountain® Riding Club.

DS6 is shaking from the frightful sensation of falling from such a height. “Wasn’t that fun,” I exclaim. DS6 looks doubtful and refuses to answer the question. “Later on, would you like to do it again,” I ask. DS6 responds quickly with, “No.” He is taking no chances that hesitation will land him in another Briar Boat.

As we get off the ride and head towards our unsuspecting family, I convince DS6 to not reveal his true feelings to DD8 until she has visited the Briar Patch herself. He agrees to hold this temporary confidence and stumbles beside me, trying to shake off his jelly-like limbs.

DH sees us coming from a distance. I signal to him to take DD8 and get in line before she sees DS6. He lays eyes on DS6, who has not fully recovered from his engagement with Brer Rabbit. He understands, takes DD8 in hand and exits. I have sighted DD3 on the playground slide, so DS6 and I join her in The Laughing Place.

Much to my astonishment, no one is laughing in The Laughing Place. DS6 is now trying to hold back tears. My Brer Bear-like hug during our plummet has crinkled his “Prince of the Day” sticker-badge, and the water has made the corners curl up. DD3 is succumbing to the misery of being left behind in a hot, plastic playground and is close to crying as well. How is this possible? There is no unhappiness in the “happiest place on Earth.” Something else must be at work here. I check the time, and the answer becomes obvious.

I reach into my backpack and offer my little Brer critters a homemade snack. Then I reach into my backpack and pull out a spare “Prince of the Day” sticker that Edward slipped me in his wisdom and forethought. They find these items to be an appropriate peace offering for making them endure such hardships.

As we munch on our nutritious edibles, DH and DD8 reappear. DD8’s face is splotchy; tears are streaming down her cheeks, and she is whimpering like an abused puppy. I look to DH and venture, “How did it go?” DH replies, “Oh, it went great aside from the terrified, screaming girl that clawed me throughout the whole ride.” Apparently, You Tube has been unsuccessful in helping my thrill-challenged youngins’ embrace the fun of a near-death experience.

I offer DD8 an almond flour muffin in hopes that raising her glucose level will help her to calm down. She accepts, and we all take the moment to breathe and recoup for Big Thunder Mountain Railroad.

A similar strategy is used for Big Thunder Mountain except that this time DS6 and I hold the FastPasses that DH acquired earlier in the morning while we were on “it’s a small world.” DS6 loves the fast-paced, run-away train, so the nightmare of the Brer creatures is quickly replaced with great enthusiasm for mining in haphazard train cars.

When the thrill ends, we rejoin our family and allow DH and DD8 to have their turn. When they reappear, we find another happy miner. DD8 gushes about the great time she had and her hopes to return sometime. Now that two of the four mountains in the Walt Disney World® mountain range have been experienced, I realize that my two eldest have shed half of their Disney mountain virginity. One small tear escapes my eye. They grow up so fast, and I am very proud.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 12:01 PM

You have more than one reader! I am now late for work, thanks... :surfweb: I love your writing style and I still have the print out of the submission that you posted for all of us to read. I am glad to have more from you to read. What a fantastic tale of Disney World wonderment!

LOL. Yes, the book idea has expanded past this trip report, so I decided to just go ahead and post the report. Plus, by the time I get a book published (if that happens), the report will be outdated. There seemed little point to withold it anymore.

I tried to add it to the original thread, but that thread got moved to "Completed Trip Reports" and it didn't give me an option of adding anything. So I just started over. Thanks for finding me again :flower3: .

twinmom

01-07-2009, 12:19 PM

I was just about to say you should write a book........

addictedtothemouse

01-07-2009, 12:43 PM

I found you ...again!:rotfl: Now I need to get caught up.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 02:01 PM

I was just about to say you should write a book........

Aww! Thanks! If I can find a publisher that feels the same way, I will be over the moon.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 02:05 PM

I found you ...again!:rotfl: Now I need to get caught up.

Hooray! I was afraid that I would lose my original crowd when I discovered that I had to repost everything. I hope more of ya'll find me . . . again! LOL.

I've got to attend to some house and kid stuff right now. As much as I love to sit here and post all day long, I can't. But I'll be back to add the rest.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 02:59 PM

Found a bit more time, so here we go . . . .

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 03:02 PM

PLACES FOR POWER NAPS

Our herd journeys to Adventureland® at this point. This is the last day before Pirates of the Caribbean will close for refurbishment, so covering this area of the park is absolutely necessary.

The Magic Carpets of Aladdin is the first ride we seek out, and we endure the beatings of the punishing sun in the unprotected queque line. It is amusing to teeter-totter on our carpets, but the sweltering sunlight blinds us and beats us as it reflects off the gold camels and shiny metal construction of the exhibit.

The Enchanted Tiki Room is our next destination. The heat is intense at this hour, so DH grabs an infamous Dole Whip to savor as we wait for passage into the exotic aviary. He does this in memory of a great personality on the Dis Unplugged podcast crew, Bob, who has recently passed on into the greatest Kingdom of all. One of Bob’s legacies was his love affair with Disney Dole Whips, and since he is no longer able to indulge in this exceptional sweet, DH obliges to pick-up the tradition. He suffers from “brain freeze” as he downs the icy dessert and realizes that on future trips he will need to approach this new tradition with more caution.

Once we enter the attraction, The Enchanted Tiki Room is received with mixed reactions. DD8 and DS6 find it quite entertaining. DD3 is rather frightened at the appearance of the Tiki goddess. And DH discovers that the cool but tropical room makes for a great power-nap.

The Jungle Cruise is next. To my surprise, my trip around the river is quite entertaining. I basically have the entire Jungle Cruise narration memorized, so the corny jokes delivered on this ride don’t usually amuse me. However, Erin, our skipper, throws in a few of her own, personal zingers, and I find myself snickering as we pass the various jungle antics one encounters on this cruise. When we enter the creepy, ancient temple on the river, Erin sings “It’s A Small World” in morbid, haunting tones, and I think I may keel over because I am laughing so hard.

When we come to the end of our jungle excursion, I sympathize with DD3 and her desire to repeat attractions. I, too, feel like saying, “I want to ride that again,” but a schedule is a schedule. I know deep down that we must press on.

The Swiss Family Treehouse and Pirates of the Caribbean are taken in stride. DD3 now seems to have the hang of entering and exiting attractions with grace and style. And while DD8 and DS6 have selected a few attractions for their “favorites” list, DD3 is not shy about stating that she likes every ride best.

We backtrack through Frontierland® for the Country Bear Jamboree. The children love witnessing this variety show, but DH finds it suits him better as background music for another power-nap.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 03:06 PM

THE DEATH OF A DISNEY DREAM

We now head to Cinderella’s Castle for lunch. On the way, we stop by Mickey’s PhilharMagic in Fantasyland® for FastPasses. A friendly cast member offers to take the FastPasses that we have just withdrawn from the kiosk and swap them for FastPasses to the show that is about to begin. Looking at the time, we see that we can—indeed-- squeeze in an immediate viewing of the 3-D movie before our designated lunchtime.

Once we are in the FastPass line, another chipper cast member selects our harmonious group to be the opening musical act for the show. I am beyond ecstatic that we-once again-have been selected for a special park experience.

This Mickey’s PhilharMagic sweetie leads us to a pile of instruments and asks each family member to select one. Unbeknownst to me, selfishness has overtaken my little band. Quite unexpectedly, I find myself trying to mediate a bitter argument over the possession of the triangle instrument. Meanwhile, I am also trying to communicate to DH—who appears clueless--that he should ready the video camera.

The triangle war reaches a stalemate. No one will relinquish his or her assumed right to the coveted, percussion instrument as the debate escalates. DH cannot hear my video instructions over the children’s raucous, so I find myself yelling to be heard. Pandemonium has broken loose, and the patient, Mickey’s PhilharMagic madam has a helpless expression on her face.

Finally, I decide to get control over this crazy scene. I declare that I will pick the triangle percussionist. DD3 is handed the bongo drums; DS6 is handed the cymbals, and DD8 is awarded the triangle. Such decisive action quiets the troubled percussion section, and DH is now prepared to commence with his recording duties. I turn to the defeated-looking, Mickey’s PhilharMagic cutie and announce that we are now prepared for our debut. She begins to apologize and points to the audience who is moving beyond the place where we were meant to entertain them and entering the viewing area for the spectacular 3-D performance.

I have missed my chance at Disney-wide fame. The green-eyed monster of greed has stolen it right out of my hands, and there is nothing that can be done about it. I cannot believe I have met such a fate in the heart of Walt Disney World® where dreams come true, and I begin to despair.

The Mickey’s PhilharMagic dear tries to comfort me and ease my pain. She offers up a certificate to document our failed attempt as Mickey’s favored instrumentalists, and she awards us another golden front-of-the-line ticket even though we are undeserving. I humbly thank her for her generous gift, and—with a melancholy demeanor--proceed into the theater as a mere audience member rather than the chosen star I was meant to be.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 03:18 PM

STAR STRUCK

Surely, a good meal will brighten my spirits. So after a whirlwind performance by Mickey and all his iconic companions, we head straight to Cinderella’s Royal Table for a banquet.

We pass by the memorable sword in the stone on our way to the Cinderella’s Royal Table. Three teen-age boys are combining their strengths in an attempt to pull the sword from the anvil, but it is in vain. I point in their direction and say to DS6, “See! All those boys are pulling on the sword together, and they still can’t get it out. Only the “Prince of the Day” is able to do it.” DS6 smirks with conceit and sticks out his robust chest as he takes on a manly strut towards our lunch engagement.

Due to the nature of my children’s digestive disorder, I have spent much time prior to our trip corresponding by phone and e-mail with the few chefs that will feed us during our Magic Kingdom® days. All have been given detailed information about our circumstances as well as explicit descriptions of the consequences my children suffer in cases of dietary infractions. Prearranged menus and instructions for food preparation have been documented prior to our arrival, and I have been assured that my children’s health is in good hands.

Our two days in the Magic Kingdom® are the only days of the entire year that my children will actually eat in a restaurant, so this reservation holds more meaning for our family than it does for most others. It is an incredible expense, but since the kids do not eat out at any other time, DH and I rationalize the cost.

My little prince and princesses enter the castle waiting room in awe of its royal décor. I am pleased with their reaction, and I note that they are inspired by the tiniest details of the majestic space without my prompting. They truly are becoming Disney fanatics in their own right. What more could a NDM ask for?

We are ushered to Cinderella’s side for a quick photo-shoot. While the younger nobility of our clan are cute enough for the occasion, DH and I are in no shape for such an event. The indescribable heat and frantic pace of our day has left us looking incredibly haggard. However, for the sake of posterity, we consent to having our unsightly presence contrasted with the flawless princess in a memorable but uncomely photograph.

After that, my prince is given a sword because no prince is complete without one, and my princesses are handed glittering wands. We are then escorted up the royal staircase and into the dining hall.

The room is very regal with crest-bearing banners hanging from the ceiling and large, stained-glass windows. We are seated at a sturdy table and given menus. The children gush over some rubbery “wishing stars” that have been placed at their seats, and I notify the waitress that I need to talk with the chef.

The chef promptly arrives at our table. We briefly recap the details of our prearrangement for the children, order meals for DH and I, and off she goes back into the kitchen.

Soon, our table begins receiving some very special guests . . . all of the Disney princesses. DS6 is not so very interested, although he does enjoy showing them his new sword and honorable “Prince of the Day” sticker. DD3 can hardly retain any sense of propriety, for the excitement of being in the same room as ALL the princesses is more than she can take. But DD8 has managed to adapt the gracefulness that is becoming of nobility. She now displays elegant mannerisms and an air of sophistication that impresses each royale that approaches our dining area.

But where is Belle? DD8 has a specific love for this princess, for Belle and she have a great many things in common. First of all, Belle is the one that has the closest physical resemblance to DD8. But more importantly, Belle is practical while also retaining the ability to dream and imagine a romantic life beyond the one she lives. Belle loves books, and she is extremely intelligent. And DD8 hopes to find her true love one day just as Belle did. Although her NDM prays that DD8 doesn’t have to discover him within a beast.

Belle is the last one to visit with our adoring group. DD8 immediately strikes up a conversation with her so that Belle will understand that they are meant to be kindred spirits. Belle clearly senses the common ground she holds with DD8 and begins a small book group discussion. But before Belle can go very much in depth with her literary analysis, she is called away by the menacing, character manager.

Belle graciously bids farewell to my regal offspring. Then she winks and blows a kiss to DH. I am a little rattled by this unsuspected pass that has been made at DH. So while DD8 regrets seeing her most beloved princess dragged away by other pressing duties, I am grateful that the DH-snatcher has taken leave. After all, Disney is not the only thing that I can be neurotic about.

Suddenly, a grand, trumpeting fanfare fills the room. It grabs the attention of our entire noble family, for we sense that something important is about to take place. Jiminy Cricket’s voice is then broadcast. He announces that it is time to wish upon a star. He petitions all the little princes and princesses in the room to take hold of the rubbery, “wishing star” that was placed at their seat as well as their sword or wand that they were given. Then, he says that they are to hold them up and make a wish.

DD3 is the first one to hold up her wand and star. She closes her eyes as tightly as she can and scrunches her nose, and with great intensity, she releases her wish out into the great expanse of the room. DS6 raises his eyes toward the ceiling and completely extends both of his arms (which also hold his sword and star) towards the sky as if he is receiving a great, spiritual power from on high. DD8 has taken a more cultic approach to this task. She holds her head in one hand as if her massive concentration has now caused a headache. Her “wishing star” is placed in the center of her placemat, and with her other hand, she waves her wand over the star in a circular motion much like a witch stirring her cauldron.

Apparently, all the methods of wishing are successful because the room then explodes into great flashes tempered with tiny, twinkling lights projected above. Also, the delicate sound that pixie dust makes when it falls can be heard.

Our waitress appears with our food just as the last dust particle settles. As we eat, I find I am happily surprised that my meal does taste good. I have consistently seen negative reviews of Cinderella’s Royal Table in relation to its food, so I wasn’t sure what I should expect from this reservation. However, my shepard’s pie—while not being what I would consider “fit for a king”—seems quite adequate for a duke or a duchess.

Once the meal is finished, a quick stop is made to the royal throne of an entirely different nature. The throne room is surprisingly small for such a grand castle, and we have trouble maneuvering around the other nobility in need of evacuating. Perhaps, Cinderella should put this on her list of house projects. With some agility, however, we muddle through the bathroom population and, sadly, say goodbye to the lovely castle.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 03:24 PM

THE NDM WAY OR THE HIGHWAY

It seems it is time to venture to Tom Sawyer Island. I must confess that even though I am a NDM, this small island has only ever held minimal interest for me. It seems that this small plot of land could be better suited as The Lost City of Atlantis or as Tarzan’s Rain Forest. Nevertheless, Tom Sawyer Island it is, and for my little Huck Finns to get the full Magic Kingdom® experience, at least one visit is warranted.

All three troublemakers are anxious to jump on a raft and float to this intriguing place, inspired by Mark Twain. DH is interested as well since I have always made him skip this oasis due to time restrictions. So we hop on a raft with a straw-hat toting river guide, who expertly lands us on the opposite side of the river.

Shockingly, Tom Sawyer Island is enjoyable. We are ahead of schedule at this point. Our golden tickets and FastPasses have put us up in our game, and there is not a pressing need to be somewhere else. I find myself slightly enjoying the lax-a-daisy environment of Tom and Huck’s stomping grounds.

The entire family laughs as we stumble over barrel bridges and explore dark caverns. A fort provides an ideal setting for shooting rifles, and various mills and other buildings give chance for more discoveries. But, inevitably, our jaunting in Dixieland begins to lose its charm, and we grow a bit tired.

A trip around the island on the Liberty Square Riverboat seems like a good idea. So after arriving back on the mainland, we board the huge water vessel. But we discover in the heat of the late afternoon—a time reserved for naps on most days—the big ferry does not provide refreshment.

The kids are increasingly irritable. Their hair is matted with sweat; their cheeks are rosy from their body heat; their eyes and their smiles are drooping. I, myself, can also feel the drag that is expected at this hour.

I recall the advice touted by the wise sage, Bob, on the Dis Unplugged podcast crew. He boldly campaigned for naps when visiting Disney theme parks. In fact, this is another legacy that Bob left behind for all who were willing to take him at his words.

I glance at DD3. She apparently is a firm believer in Bob’s way of thinking. She has unashamedly stuck her thumb in her mouth, laid her head on DH’s shoulder, and left the world of consciousness for another one that will provide her weary body with relief.

I consider that maybe it is time to hang up the gloves and throw in the towel. Maybe we should return to the comfort of our villa. I faintly remember the promise I made to myself on the rickety pier to work relaxation around the demanding Sacred Seven. I also remember that one of the reasons we joined the Disney Vacation Club was to help me release my inbred, “blitzkrieg” ways.

But while a chameleon has the ability to change its colors instantaneously, a NDM does not. In the years ahead, I may reach a point when I won’t mind leaving the Magic Kingdom® for a mid-day nap. But I am not at that point yet. The “blitzkrieg” blood flows true-blue in my veins, and so I stick with what is most familiar. In the end, I rationalize that we must not give in. This would be admitting defeat. There is still fun to be squeezed out of our day at the Magic Kingdom®. We must push through this temporary lull of energy to find our second wind. We must press on!

We seek refuge in the air-conditioned quarters of The Hall of Presidents. DH says he has finally found his favorite attraction. The cool climate, the cushioned seats and the subdued, lengthy show provide the ultimate conditions for a nap. He wastes no time reclining in his seat and pursuing REMs. DD8, DS6, DD3 and I don’t rest to the extent that DH does, but the atmosphere is refreshing enough to restore some of our energy and sustain us a bit more while simultaneously injecting our spirits with a greater sense of patriotism.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 03:29 PM

MATURITY AND MEATBALLS

Renewed, we cautiously approach The Haunted Mansion. So far, the kids have enjoyed the mildly scary rides such as Snow White’s Scary Adventures and Pirates of the Caribbean, but admittedly The Haunted Mansion is a tad more macabre. My little ghostbusters insist that they are up for the experience, though. And since it is still daylight, this may be an ideal time to test these waters.

I carry DD3 during the beginning walk-through. This way she will feel more secure, and it will also keep her from being trampled during the cattle herding that takes place as everyone boards their doom buggies. DD8 and DS6 each take one of DH hands, and I pray that this is enough to keep them from panicking if they get scared.

The ride is quite an experience. DD3 and I have our own doom buggy, and DH has taken the elder spook investigators in the buggy next to ours. In our cart, DD3 is fascinated with all the supernatural happenings she sees. She says that the ghosts are “crazy” or “silly” and laughs at their attempts to frighten her. I take solace in her brave composure because, frankly, I am a little creeped out by the new effects that have been added in the last refurbishment. It’s a good thing that I have someone to make me feel protected in our buggy of doom.

I can’t help but wonder how DD8 is managing this scenario. Of all my children, she is the least adventurous. To top this off, she tends to be a drama queen when something upsets her. If I am internally disturbed by what I see, I can only imagine what DH is dealing with in the doom buggy ahead of us. This may not be pretty.

But shockingly, both my girls emerge from the house of death completely stimulated and giddy over the fun they had. DS6 seems a bit shaken-up, but he puts his best foot forward so as to appear no less courageous than the female persons of our group.

Well, time has flown by. We need to head towards Main Street, U.S.A.® again. Our dinner reservations are at Tony’s Town Square, and I am particularly excited about this destination.

In addition to Tom Sawyer Island, Main Street, U.S.A.® was usually skimmed over during my “blitzkrieg” years. Yet, I came to regret that as I aged. The carefree mood of the street is very appealing, and in my late teens, I began to wish I had more time to look in all of its shops and exhibits. Tony’s Town Square, a Lady and the Tramp-themed Italian Restaurant, specifically drew my attention because of its elegant exterior and interesting location.

While we are waiting for our meals, DH remarks that he should have ordered the spaghetti with meatballs. Then we could share the noodles and he could push a meatball over to my side of the table with his nose just like Tramp does for Lady in the sentimental moment they share. I am touched by this romantic thought, and I am also relieved that his affections still lie with me and not promiscuous princesses who shall remain nameless. As I blush, I playfully elbow him and say, “Not in front of the kids . . .” He flirtatiously winks at me, and I wonder where all this banter may eventually lead.

The food arrives. Over our meal, I engage my ladies and tramp in conversation about our day. I ask them what their favorite exhibition is. DD8 takes a jab at DS6 by saying that his favorite ride is The Haunted Mansion. I guess that DS6’s attempt at appearing fearless failed because DD8, obviously, picked up on her position of superiority in this instance. DS6’s feathers are immediately ruffled, and he answers that DD8’s favorite ride is Splash Mountain® and that she definitely wants to ride again. The hair on DD8 bristles, but DD3 interrupts this increasingly ugly scene with her own declaration that she still likes ALL the rides. I am thankful for the command my littlest lady has taken in our conversation. She has corrected the ungracious intentions of her elder siblings by making the neurotic Disney spirit the focus of our discussion once again. I can’t help but notice that her Disney maturity is advanced for a three-year-old.

We all conclude that our day has been a good one. We covered much more ground than was planned, and now we find that we have a few more hours to do spontaneous activities. It is unanimous that we should venture toward Space Mountain®.

The check is paid, and we wander back out into Main Street, U.S.A.®. A large crowd has gathered at the hub for the “SpectroMagic” Parade. It quickly becomes evident that we will be unable to move our troops and double stroller through the dense sea of people. The only option is for us to try to find a spot where we can enjoy the parade as well.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 03:34 PM

MY WILD CHILD

The parade is about to begin. I chance to see the smallest break in onlookers with prime property right up in front, wedged in between two strollers. There is only enough room for a small child to stand, so I place DD3 there and line DS6 and DD8 single file behind her. DH and I stand a little further back so that we don’t interrupt the view of the adults that staked out their territory before us.

A very kind woman standing near my children offers me her position so that I can be closer to my kids. I decline and tell her that I would never consider allowing this when we have only just arrived. But she insists, stating that she comes to the Magic Kingdom® multiple times a year and has seen this parade more times than she can remember. Given these details, I accept her gift and take my place behind the children.

The parade appears. Instantaneously, DD3 goes crazy with excitement. I thought that I had seen the extent of her frenzied behaviors when we first arrived on Main Street, U.S.A.® that morning and again at Cinderella’s Royal Table. Apparently, I hadn’t even scratched the surface.

As floats pass by, she is simply delirious with delight. She is behaving like a pubescent teen girl at a Jonas’ Brothers rock concert, and her enthusiasm makes the event the most exciting one I have ever been a part of. Once again, her uninhibited expressions are contagious, and I find myself fighting the urge to yell, cheer and wave frantically at the lit characters crossing in front of us.

DD3’s antics are, apparently, noticeable to all. The parents surrounding us seem to take more pleasure in watching DD3 than the more subdued reactions of their own children. Also, due to the spectacle she is creating, many of the parade participants grant DD3 special attentions as they move past her position. Even Prince Charming takes notice of her and blows her a kiss from his dazzling carriage.

At one point, a rather large and intimidating Ursula rolls right up to DD3, looks her in the eye and delivers a wicked speech along with frightening movements. I fear this will be the end of DD3’s enthusiasm and she will want to retreat to a less vulnerable spot for parade viewing. But after Ursula rolls away, DD3 turns around to me and ecstatically proclaims, “Mommy! Ursula talked to me!” I reply, “She did? Did you like it?” She cheerfully screams, “Yes! She was really scary!” She then turns right back around and continues her frenzied, rock-concert behaviors.

By the time the parade ends, I find that all the excitement has left me fairly exhausted. I never expected to expend so much energy by “passively” watching a parade. And, yet, this is the magic that I am blessed with by accompanying my little pixie in the Magic Kingdom® for her first time. I would not trade this for anything.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 03:40 PM

ENDING TODAY WITH TOMORROW

The crowd begins to disperse. DD8 sees her chance to bolt for Space Mountain®. She leads our tired group toward the hypnotic glow of Tommorowland®. Once we arrive, we pull out our undeserved, golden ticket and divide up in the same manner as we have for the other mountain ranges of the Magic Kingdom®. I accompany DS6 while DD8 waits patiently for a turn with DH.

After the ride, DS6 has mixed feelings about his orbit in space. But DD8 completely loves the rush of this ride. Is it possible that they swapped personalities in The Haunted Mansion? It appears that my little boy’s adventurous spirit took up residence in the spirit-friendly mansion, leaving him without much desire to explore new frontiers in space. In contrast, my big girl has turned in her cowardice for thrill-seeking passion. I am a little puzzled by these changes, but I am happy that my timid Piglet is now feeling more along the lines of a Mufasa.

Our space trips are wrapped up, and we find the Wishes™ Nighttime Spectacular fireworks show taking place. Fireworks usually terrify DD3. She completely goes to pieces when the sparkling theatrics appear to shower us with deafening, explosive bangs. So for her sake, we don’t draw undue attention to the lightshow occurring in the near distance. Instead, we take advantage of the diminished population in Tomorrowland® and stand in line for Astro Orbiter, which is enjoyable at night due to the glowing planets that whiz past as you ride.

DH bows out. He is unable to withstand most repetitive, circular rides, so I chaperone all of my space explorers for this attraction alone. My social astronauts make friends with two college girls in front of us, who each offer to take one of my elder kids in a space ship with them so that I can focus on holding onto my littlest space ranger. I find this quite agreeable since the rockets tend to tip at an angle that is rather precarious.

A few rotations around the planets of tomorrow, tightly gripping DD3 so that she doesn’t fall out of the rocket, and our mission is complete. The two college girls insist on taking some pictures with my little astronauts to save the memory of their cute company. Then we rejoin DH.

It is decided that for our final attraction, we should enjoy the relaxing transportation provided by the Tomorrowland® Transit Authority. This proves to be a wise decision. The steady speed with a non-demanding mood provides a great atmosphere for relaxing and recounting all the memorable moments the day held. Every family member has some little piece of fun that they want to relive through verbal retelling of it, and many laughs are shared as we glide throughout Tomorrowland®’s landscape.

By the time we reach our place of departure, a satisfying sense of closure envelopes us. The Magic Kingdom® is shutting down, and it is time for our happy team to make our exit from the beautiful park to our welcoming beds. We have, yet, another demanding day ahead of us. Not one that requires physical stamina for conquering a vast territory but one that requires emotional stamina for enduring exhausting relatives.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 04:01 PM

DAY 6
FRYING PANS NOT INCLUDED

Our family has only a precious few vacation days each year, and we have collectively decided that these are best spent in Walt Disney World®. But there is one person who does not share our opinion . . . my mother who is also known as Grammy. Even though Grammy is perfectly welcome to visit our home in VA, she complains year round about not having enough time with our family.

In an attempt to “band-aid” this dilemma, we invite Grammy to visit us today at our villa in the lodge. She lives a few hours away from Walt Disney World®, so this seems like a reasonable way to squeeze in the all-important “Grammy Time.” She agrees to come, and she informs us that she will also bring my sister and my sister’s three children. I have doubts about such an arrangement since we only have a 1 bedroom villa and are already exceeding the room’s capacity by a person. But I have little ground for resistance since I have no other viable alternatives to offer that would please Grammy.

Grammy calls the morning of Day 6. She states that her traveling entourage is behind schedule. My sister, who is affectionately called “Auntie,” is running into difficulties. My nephew, Buddy, who is 9 years old, is doing all he can to help because he is anxious to see his cousins. However, the twins (Angel and Pooter) have not been very cooperative during the preparations. This is not surprising considering that they are merely 2 years old, but—for some reason—they have been unusually difficult today.

I assure her that this is not a problem. Our family plans to just hang out around the lodge. So if we are not already in our room when they arrive, a quick call to DH’s cell phone will locate us at a close distance.

As I hang up the phone, I say a quick prayer of thanks. Between the constant remarks that Grammy makes about us not meeting her expectations and the wild behaviors of Angel and Pooter, I am usually exhausted in the presence of these personalities. I was uncertain how I would manage a day-long visit in such close quarters with our expected company. Now I will only have to survive a half-day.

My little brood has already gone through the morning rituals of dressing and eating. They are now enjoying an episode of “Cory in the House” while they wait for the day’s itinerary. I inform them that Grammy will be late, so I will take DD8 and DS6 to hunt for Hidden Mickeys while DD3 gets in some exclusive time with DH.

When learning about the Disney’s Wilderness Lodge on the internet, I found a list of options available to those seeking extracurricular activities. Among them was a hunt for Hidden Mickeys throughout the resort. The Concierge Desk provides a list of riddles and clues. And from the list, the challenge is to deduce the location of a secretly-placed and cleverly-disguised Mickey head and then spot it. It sounds like a fantastic adventure that is perfect for a NDM and her active explorers. So I can hardly wait to begin.

As expected, the Concierge Desk is very happy to satisfy our request for a Hidden Mickey clue sheet. They warn us that the hunt is a very challenging one, and they are not permitted to give the answers. But if we feel that we need further assistance, we can return to the desk for more clues.

I am not swayed by this caution. While this hunt may prove challenging for the average Disney guest, I am a NDM. I eat Disney trivia for breakfast. I overcome Disney obstacles in a single bound. I have a sixth sense that instinctually guides me in all Disney matters. This Mickey hunt is the type of thing I was born to do. I surely will wrap up this “challenge” within half-an-hour and amaze the Concierge Desk with my impressive skills.

DD8, DS6 and I have a promising start. Right away, I cleverly deduce the location of many of our clues. The first one clearly indicates that a Mickey head is hidden within a red stone on the great fireplace. Fantastic! We skip over to the fireplace and search for this camouflaged impression.

For at least 15 minutes, we look intently at every stone on the fireplace. Our examination is so scrutable that the normal irregularities of these rocks begin to take on strange shapes much like clouds do if you watch them too closely.

I spot a peculiar looking red stone above the fireplace screen. Does that stone host the Mickey head? If you look at it from a specific angle, cross your eyes and hit yourself on the head with a frying pan, it vaguely resembles the famous thrice-circular symbol. That must be it. There is no other visible possibility. It is a good thing that I am a NDM because the average visitor would NEVER be able to extract that image from the rock. But my Disney super powers include being able to see Disney images that escape the natural vision of others. We check off that clue on the list, and I declare proudly to DD8 and DS6 that we have undoubtedly spotted the first Hidden Mickey.

The next clue indicates that there is a Hidden Mickey near the geyser. As I walk towards the new location, studying my list of clues with children in tow, I am called to attention by a comment directed at me. “Ah! We know what you are doing!” I look up and see another mom with two teenage daughters who are holding their own clue list. “Oh, yes,” I reply, waving my paper in admission. She responds, “I hope you are having better luck than we are. Have you spotted the Mickey for clue #4?” “Well, we have only started,” I offer as an excuse for only having checked off clue #1, “but I suspect that clue #4 is near the boat rental shack.” “Hmmm,” she considers, “that is probably right. You are very good at this. I suppose you have already found the Mickey head on the red stone next to the bottom supporting beam on the extreme right side of the fireplace.” “Of course,” I remark. But I inwardly rationalize she must have been imagining her Mickey. The Mickey image that I saw was centrally located on the fireplace—not to the right of it.

“This is really difficult,” the woman continues, “My girls are a little annoyed that this is taking so long.” I observe her two companions. They are none too amused to be standing next to their mom while she conversates over the trials of the Mickey search. I suspect they are feeling the call of the teenager destination, Disney Quest. “We have had to ask cast members to show us where some of these Mickeys are because we are just not finding them on our own,” she laments.

I sympathize with the woman and tell her that they can provide her with more specific clues at the Concierge Desk. Then I wish her well as we go our separate ways. I think about the disparaging, floundering mother. It must be terrible to attempt this search without the innate ability to sniff Mickey out like a hound dog on a fox hunt. Thankfully, I will never know that helpless feeling.

We arrive at the geyser, which is temporarily dormant. The sun is scorching every molecule in our bodies. DD8 and DS6 groan as they perspire. Why is the weather so unbearable this week? I grew up in FL, so I am aware of its tropical conditions. However, this is really beyond anything that I remember in my youth. But since there is nothing that can be done about the heat, the best plan is to ignore it and go about our business. We are out seeking Mickey heads, and proceed we must.

I look over the railing in front of the geyser where the familiar branding surely is and see . . . nothing. In confusion, I ask DD8 and DS6 to look upon the rock that surrounds the geyser and tell me if they happen to view the Hidden Mickey. Nope! They can’t see anything except the beads of sweat dropping off their eyebrows and into their eyes.

Maybe it is on the railing. I diligently examine every inch of railing in the vicinity. Nothing! I reconsider that the Mickey head must be on the geyser rock. The clue clearly implies it is on the geyser rock. So—once again—I scrutinize the entire rock. Where is it?

Back in the early 90’s, the optical illusion/3-D posters and postcards were in vogue. So that I could appreciate this trendy art, I developed the skill of “relaxing” my eyes. Once I had finally learned to tell my brain to stop focusing my vision, I was able to see all manner of images emerge from the cluttered pictures before developing incredible headaches and dizziness. It occurs to me that this Hidden Mickey search must require the same technique in order to be accomplished. So after I instruct my brain to unfocus my eyes, everything becomes blurry and surreal. I see it! I see it! I finally can make out the faint form of a Mickey head, floating across one area of the geyser rock. Yes! We can now check off that clue on our list.

DD8 and DS6 look doubtful when I claim that we have found the Mickey head in question. But, being a NDM, I always know best in these matters, so they cast aside their uncertainty and follow me in our detective investigation.

I decide that since we are already outside, it would be best to skip clue #3 and pursue clue #4, which I am certain indicates a location near the boat rental shack. “Mom,” DS6 says with a slightest hint of whine, “Do we have to keep looking for these Mickeys?” “Of course,” I reply, “Aren’t you having fun?” “Not really,” he admits with some hesitation, “It is really hot out. And I can’t see any of the Mickeys you show us. I just want to go back to our room.”

Poor DS6’s Mickey-senses have not entirely matured. But they never will if I don’t push him to use them. In his best interest, I insist that DS6 “buck-up”. I assure him that he will see the next Hidden Mickey if he remains patient, and I lecture him about not giving up so easily.

I am extremely deliberate in my efforts to unveil the next camouflaged Mickey. The sidewalk that we travel is carefully analyzed. Each board on the pool-side eatery as well as each shingle on the boat rental shack is looked over. I even begin to scrutinize the shape of the petals on the flowers we pass. But there is nothing that resembles a Mickey head--not even with the help of my head-striking, frying pan.

I come to a point where I realize there are no other alternatives. In order to continue this hunt I must apply the one fail-proof method for success . . . cheating!

I approach the attendant at the boat rental shack and ask her if she knows of a near-by Hidden Mickey. She smiles pleasantly and says, “Yes.” I explain the desperation of our situation and beg her to simply take us to it so that we can skip the agony of searching. She agrees and calls to her assistant-in-training, “C’mon. You are going to need to know where this is too because a lot of people are going to ask you this question.”

The benevolent, boat rental lady leads us around a bend to a corner of the lodge’s vast structure. “Do you see it up there,” she implores as she points up in the sky. I shield my eyes so that I am not struck blind by the sun as I try to follow her direction. What is she pointing at? A cloud? A roof? A hallucination? “I am having trouble,” I finally confess. “Right there. On the beam next to the balcony on the fourth floor,” she declares. I count four floors up, look at the supporting beam to the right of the balcony and there it is—plain as a bow on Minnie’s head. The imprint is so clear that it looks as if someone has taken a hot iron and branded the beam. No frying pan is required to view that image. If this hidden Mickey is so easily seen once you have found its actual location, is it possible that my hazy images conjured by exceptional Mickey senses were not actually the designated Hidden Mickeys?

The revelation is a bit alarming to me, but I thank the boat personnel for her assistance and recall the conversation with the other Mickey-searching mother. Did she say she saw the figure to the right of the fireplace? I must go back to make sure that I didn’t miss something.

DD8, DS6 and I backtrack to the fireplace. Sure enough, there it is on a red stone to the right of the fireplace near the bottom jutting beam of the second floor. Again, no frying pan required. I feel disillusioned by the apparent failure of my Hidden Mickey abilities. How will I ever recover from this crushing blow to my Disney-inclined ego?

I lead my group over to the Concierge Desk, shamefully admitting defeat to the pitying clerk. She sympathetically pulls out a three-ring binder, turns to a particular section and looks over what appears to be the answer key to my impossible quiz. “May I have that sheet,” I petition. With a look of dismay at the unethical proposition, the Concierge countess responds, “No. I’m sorry. We are not permitted to release the answers. We can only try to give you more direction.” I plead with the policy-adhering clerk to just hand over the answers so that we can finish our mission, but she remains resolute.

The mean, ogre-like clerk gets summoned to take a phone call and leaves the open three-ring binder on the counter. I consider grabbing the answer sheet and making a run for it. But the thought of getting caught in such a demeaning act is horrific, and I can’t bring myself to reach across the counter and swipe the remedy for my afflicted condition.

Had I understood the unrealistic standard set for this hunt, I would have done extensive research on it prior to our trip. Surely somewhere on the internet, someone has found all of these distressing locations, possibly even posted actual pictures of them, enabling wretched souls such as myself to find the answers they so passionately seek. And if they haven’t . . . well, they should. Right about now I would be agreeable to forking over a few bucks to buy a copy of “Hidden Mickeys for Dummies” (if there was such a thing).

At this point, I call off the hunt. So much time has been lost on this hopeless affair. I feel frustrated, dejected and a seed of bitterness is planted in the depths of my NDM soul. The only thing that could top this miserable event would be a visit from my insane family, and I am fortunate enough to have that very thing as a follow-up to this bruising of my self-esteem.

As we drudge back to our villa, DD8 and DS6 are grateful that the Hidden Mickey escapade has finally come to an end. I recede into a great depression and desire only to curl up in my wilderness bed and cry myself to sleep. But alas, for the sake of the family, I paint a happy smile on my face and tell my small detectives how appreciative I am of their company during our morning excursion.

NDM#1

01-07-2009, 08:02 PM

IS THERE A PRIEST IN THE HOUSE?

Shortly after we return to our villa from the painful and depressing Hidden Mickey hunt, there is a knock on our door. All three of my little people look at each other, look at me and then scream, “Grammy!”

As much as Grammy nags me, she dotes on my kids. They love her and always look forward to spending time with her. So it is no surprise that they get up and dart towards the door at the sound of her knock. When they open the swinging barrier, a whirlwind descends upon my previously peaceful villa. My family is instantly attacked by an onslaught of loud, kissing, hyperactive relatives.

No time is wasted. Coolers of food are brought in. Boxes of consignment store treasures are piled up. Backpacks full of diapers, sippy cups, towels, bathing suits, and other necessities are propped on the couch, and toys are immediately strewn across the entire living room.

Auntie grabs all my well-behaved children and leads them in yelling and jumping in excitement. Buddy finds his spot on the couch and turns up the volume on the TV. Angel and Pooter make a bee-line for the bedroom to rummage through my underwear, and Grammy yells her greetings above the commotion.

It is lunchtime, so I suggest immediately serving the mid-day meal. This way we can be done with it and leave the villa as soon as possible. In my mind, the sooner that we get Angel and Pooter out of our place, the safer my underwear will be.

As we rush through a quick lunch, Grammy begins passing out presents that she has gathered from thrift stores all across South Florida. But rather than have us dally in the villa with our new thrift store treasures, I suggest a number of options for afternoon activities—all of them outside of our room.

Auntie believes that a boat ride to Disney’s Contemporary Resort and tour of all the monorail hotels is the best immediate choice. Her opinion is that Angel and Pooter will find this plan soothing, and she confesses that she has never seen these hotels. Shocked that any sibling of mine has thus far led a life absent of monorail resort exposure, I confirm that we must visit these dormitories. After that we will get in some pool time at the lodge.

We are nearly ready to depart the madness of our cramped quarters when my ears are pierced by a blood-curling scream. It is the type of scream that stops you dead in your tracks. It is the type of scream that makes your hair stand on end. It is the type of scream that makes you fear someone has lost a limb.

I turn toward the source of the scream just in time to see Angel throw herself upon the living room floor in a tantrum. But this is not just any normal tantrum. This tantrum consists of growling, screaming, thrashing, gnashing, flailing, flopping and other behaviors that indicate demon possession. At any moment I expect Angel to roll her eyes into the back of her head, start speaking in some ancient Babylonian language, have her head turn a full 360°, vomit green foam and float off the ground.

I am at a loss in understanding the trigger for this other-worldly happening, but—undoubtedly—something has rubbed Angel the wrong way. Auntie is trying to get a hold on the situation, but it seems there is little she can do. I look at Auntie with a quizzical expression. She tells me that it would be best for us all to leave the villa while she handles the problem and that she and Angel will join us in the atrium as soon as the demon has been exorcised.

We all obediently head down to the atrium. I guess this may be the best time to explore that room with the checkers and chess tables, so I lead the group there. I worry about Auntie. Is it wise to leave a beloved sibling alone in the presence of such a horrific and dangerous creature? She seemed certain that she could subdue the uncontrollable Angel, and—for the sake of us all—I hope she is right.

As I consider what could have caused Angel’s outburst, I acknowledge that at least it happened within the privacy of the villa. Had it happened in public, it could have made for a very uncomfortable situation.

Auntie and Angel finally meet up with us. My hope is that Angel got it all out of her system. It seems that she has, so we drive our cattle herd down to the marina. A blue-flagged boat appears. The welcoming horn blows. And all the children giggle with delight.

When we board, we find that the boat is almost at full capacity. There is not enough room for us to sit together, so our group splits up into three sections. I take the hands of Buddy, DD8 and DS6 and head toward the front of the boat near the skipper. The other members of our party find scattered seats in the back of the boat.

Once we get out in the middle of the water, Buddy tells me how happy he is that he came to see us because he is having such a good time. I start to tell him how glad I am as well when I am interrupted by another harrowing scream. Because of my seat’s angle, I am unable to turn toward the sound. But since I am now familiar with the situation, I don’t feel the need to look at it again. In fact, I am inclined to pretend that I don’t have any connection to the insurrection taking place, and I reconsider whether I truly am glad that Auntie and her family came.

Buddy and I look at one another. There isn’t much point in trying to speak over the shrill pitches, so we try to wait it out. But the shrieking doesn’t end. Indeed, it escalates to a point where I am certain that every passenger is ready to jump ship. Surely wrestling the alligators of Bay Lake would be less painful than enduring one more second of Angel’s tantrum.

After many agonizing minutes, the boat docks at Disney’s Contemporary Resort. I watch the passengers deboard at the speed of a bullet train. I begin to envy the other people that get to escape Angel’s company now that the boat ride is over. Unfortunately, the termination of our nautical trip does not provide me with the same benefit.

I am now able to see that Grammy is trying to calm Angel, but this only worsens Angel’s behavior as we walk toward the resort. Auntie finally gets fed up and temporarily forbids Grammy from coming near Angel. She declares that Grammy reinforces these inappropriate tactics since Grammy delivers whatever Angel desires when she behaves this way. They both are verbally reprimanded by Auntie and separated for the time being. I feel rather embarrassed for having witnessed this scene and desperately wish to be transported to another time and place.

Auntie is somehow able to make Angel get control of herself by the time we get to the hotel door. This is much to my relief because I don’t know how to appear unassociated while holding hands with children who refer to Auntie as “Mommy.”

CantWaitToGo2007

01-07-2009, 09:33 PM

Back in the early 90’s, the optical illusion/3-D posters and postcards were in vogue. So that I could appreciate this trendy art, I developed the skill of “relaxing” my eyes. Once I had finally learned to tell my brain to stop focusing my vision, I was able to see all manner of images emerge from the cluttered pictures before developing incredible headaches and dizziness.

I remember those posters. It took me forever to train my eyes to see them!

I have been sitting here reading the whole report, much to the dismay of my animals who are now giving me the evil eye:mad: Guess it's a little past their dinner time :idea: Love the trip report. I agree with the other poster, you should write a book.

Backstage_Gal

01-07-2009, 10:11 PM

I didnt make it through all the posts tonight, but great job!:thumbsup2 I'm hookred.

I'll be Back!

NDM#1

01-08-2009, 08:26 AM

PIRATES OF THE POLYNESIAN

We manage to arrive at Disney’s Polynesian Resort without further incident and wander through the many gift shops and pass a couple restaurants. Then we take an elevator to a lower level where there are beautiful waterfalls and exotic gardens. This is the floor of the main entrance and check-in area. Here we find a group of new employees being taught a Hawaiian hula dance for the amusement of Polynesian guests.

All seems to be going fairly smoothly when Grammy spots the children’s area for guests who are in the process of either checking in or checking out. It is stocked with coloring sheets, crayons, and leis for the high-paying, tropical occupants—an area ripe for the picking in Grammy’s eyes.

As previously mentioned, the notion of “value” is of highest priority in Grammy’s home. The only thing that can trump “value” is a “bargain.” And you cannot find a better bargain than items that are free. The type of item is irrelevant. The need for the item is also irrelevant. Your interest in the item is irrelevant as well. And whether the free items were meant for someone else is the least relevant factor of all. All that is relevant is that there are items to be taken, and one should take as many of these items as possible. To not take full advantage of such a bargain is a sin worthy of irrevocable condemnation.

Needless to say, Grammy hurries all her little followers over to this bountiful paradise. She commands each of them to sit and begin coloring a picture. They are only too happy to oblige, and they color as they watch Pluto on the flat panel screen hung in front of them. Then, while the children are coloring, Grammy begins stashing pages and pages of coloring sheets into her backpack. When I ask her for an explanation, she relays that the children will need extra pictures to color when they have finished the one they are working on. I tell her that I can understand taking one extra page per child but that 10 extra pages per child seems to be a bit much, especially considering that there are six children in our group. But Grammy is undeterred. She will lift these coloring pages with or without my approval.

The rationale for this behavior is lost on me. Is the $2.35 for a Mickey Mouse coloring book really that much of a financial burden? Or better yet, why would anyone suffer this embarrassment when the same coloring pages can be printed for free from the Disney website?

I beg Grammy to leave some pages for the little ones who are actually staying at Disney’s Polynesian Resort--the ones that these free items were meant to keep busy. She agrees to this and leaves a couple sheets for a maximum of two children.

Once she has confiscated enough coloring pages to supply a whole daycare center, Grammy moves to the stack of leis on a nearby table. It is a given that each member of our group will now be adorned with a lei regardless of their desire for one. But I do find myself a little shocked when she proceeds to take all the remaining leis on the table (except for two . . . most likely for the same two children that are lucky enough to be left a coloring page). What does she plan to do with all these leis? Will she be giving them out as Christmas presents this year?

I am baffled, but I remain quiet at this point. Maybe with my new lei, I can slip unnoticed into the group of dancing hula girls to escape my embarrassment and shame. As lovely as the idea is, it isn’t likely to work, and I acknowledge that I must find a way to get Grammy out of this place. Her “free item radar” is on full-alert at this juncture, and I fear she will begin taking anything that isn’t nailed down.

Pooter, however, decides to interfere with my exit plan. In his diaper, he produces a bowel movement so foul that Hazmat is almost called upon to handle the situation. Auntie tells everyone to get themselves comfortable. Pooter will need to be escorted to the lobby bathroom if the Polynesian population is to be rescued from the deathly stench that is extending throughout the great room. She attests that she has dealt with this scenario before and that it may take a while for her to appropriate her aromatically offensive son. And with that, any hopes of a quick exit dissipate.

DH pulls an unexpected move, though, when he addresses our group as a whole. “Ya know,” he announces, “It is getting a little late. Why don’t I take Buddy, DD8 and DS6 back to our resort? This way they can have plenty of time swimming. You can catch up later with the little ones. We’ll see you there.” Doh! Why hadn’t I thought of that? DH is apparently a bit more clever than I usually give him credit for.

As he exits with the eldest kids of our group, I feel like I am stuck to a “tar baby” in the same fashion as Brer Rabbit—the harder I try to get out of this mess, the more stuck I get. Where is Auntie? Did she drop Pooter in the toilet? The need to get Grammy out of the children’s area seems urgent as I see her eyeing the bowl of free crayons placed on the coloring table.

After at least 20 minutes, Auntie finally returns with Pooter. She tells us that she has been looking everywhere for us. I wonder how this could be because we haven’t moved since her departure. Confused as I am, I concede that it doesn’t matter. The children’s check-in fun center stopped being fun a long time ago, and the only thing on my mind is leaving.

Once back in the monorail, we suffer through yet another one of Angel’s demonic episodes. At this point I glance out the window and regret that my super Mickey powers do not include becoming invisible in awkward Disney moments.

We arrive at Disney’s Grand Floridin Resort & Spa. The opened doors of the monorail and the new scenery of the Victorian resort intrigues Angel, so she forgets about her tantrum for the time being and walks into the posh hotel with great dignity. I take DD3 by the hand and try to put as much distance between Angel and us as I can without being obvious about disowning my family. I am mildly successful in this endeavor and temporarily forget about the awkward group we are visiting with . . . that is until I hear another scream coming from the opposite side of the lobby. This situation is quickly going from bad to worse.

When Angel’s temper is pacified, I approach the group again and suggest that we head back to the lodge for some swimming. Everyone agrees since the very “proper” atmosphere of Disney’s Grand Floridian Resort & Spa is not well suited for demonic presentations. We pass the children’s area on our way out to the monorail. I see Grammy’s eyes squint as she searches for loot. Fortunately, though, there is not a single coloring page, crayon, balloon or any other welcoming paraphernalia in sight. I suspect the aristocratic management was notified of our impending arrival when we left Disney’s Polynesian Resort and cleverly removed these items to a safe place beyond Grammy’s kleptic grasp.

Our arrival back at the lodge does not come a second too soon for me. As we all climb out of our blue-flagged ship, I feel as if I have been tortured for the last hour and a half. The agony of our afternoon trip has left me with only a desire to tie a big rock around my neck and jump into Bay Lake. Does Auntie endure this on a daily basis? If she does, I am unable to imagine how she has kept herself from being institutionalized. I have a new sense of appreciation for her survival skills. Surely, they supercede my own.

When we get to the pool, Grammy and Auntie set up their camp near the baby pool. Angel and Pooter happily leap into the water. They have finally found an activity that meets their expectations and keeps them content. What a relief!

DD3 and I join the other half of our group in the big pool. Since DD3 cannot be kept from the waterslide, this provides me with a viable excuse to leave my patient sibling, well-mannered mother, charming niece and aromatic nephew for a time. I can feel my muscles relax and my headache wane with each step that I take away from their location.

In combination with the cool water, the blaring sun takes on a soothing quality. DH is expertly managing the supervision of our little ducklings and Buddy, so I bob around the water on my own. The feeling of buoyancy is so refreshing after being emotionally weighted down all day.

In time, I notice that my little VA pale-faces are turning pink. It is time for us to go inside, or our roasted hides will make for miserable circumstances when we return to the Magic Kingdom® tomorrow. Grammy and her traveling companions have FL tans that permit them to remain in the sunshine much longer, so they opt to stay at the pool. As I gather my school of fish and head back to our villa, I note that next year when my extended family visits us we should just plan on spending the entire time at the pool. Live and learn.

As usual, entrance into our villa provides a sense of solace that is particularly needed after my brutal day. I collapse on the couch, completely exhausted, and my family’s affair fades into the background of my mind.

The next thing I know, Auntie is waking me with a kiss on the cheek. What happened? DH, in a very compassionate tone, says that I fell into a great sleep that rendered me unconscious for a couple hours. He has been merciful to me and managed our young so that I could find revival upon waking. It has worked. I feel very refreshed.

Auntie tells me that Grammy and the rest of her crew are making their exit. Dinnertime is quickly approaching, so they are going to get on the road and eat on the way. I find that the return of my energy has also brought a change of heart. Suddenly it seems regrettable that Auntie and the rest have to leave so soon. However, I remind myself that my Disney Vacation Club contract lasts for the next 50 years, so I will have many more chances to redeem this day.

DD8 and I walk Grammy, Auntie and all the cousins out to the lodge parking lot. The hottest part of the day is done, and we feel a gentle breeze brush us as we wave good-bye and blow kisses to our insane but beloved family. Their SUV drives past the lodge, around the bend and out of sight. With that, DD8 and I heave big sighs, hold hands and skip back to the comfort of our lovely villa. It is a little sad to watch my family drive off, but I am very thankful we are not the ones leaving this fantastic place.

2BOYMOM

01-08-2009, 10:45 AM

I have to say, I am totally enjoying your report. Your trip is so different than ours - my boys are teen-agers. Can't wait for more!

NDM#1

01-08-2009, 10:52 AM

I have to say, I am totally enjoying your report. Your trip is so different than ours - my boys are teen-agers. Can't wait for more!

Thanks so much!

Yes, I can imagine that your trips are slightly more tame and relaxing.:rotfl: But that could depend on the teenager, I guess.;) I'm really looking forward to taking my kids when they are teens. We will be able to enjoy Disney more as peers I imagine. Of course, that is assuming that I succeed in my "mission" of teaching them to be neurotic like me. And I fully intend to succeed in my "mission.":thumbsup2

jmskinner

01-08-2009, 01:28 PM

Thanks for sending me the PM! I've been sick for a week and still fighting it, so I will have to read this later, but thought I would subscribe to remind me. I want to feel great while reading your report!

wickey's friend

01-08-2009, 03:10 PM

"I eat Disney trivia for breakfast." Love this line -- can I steal it?

Raises hand. Can I be a NDM too? I can so relate to a lot of what you've written. Can't wait for more!

Colson39

01-08-2009, 03:10 PM

NDM#1

01-08-2009, 03:44 PM

"I eat Disney trivia for breakfast." Love this line -- can I steal it?

Raises hand. Can I be a NDM too? I can so relate to a lot of what you've written. Can't wait for more!

You may use it along with your new NDM status.

Wickey's friend, I officially christen you as NDM #10 pixiedust: . You shall henceforth bear the noble title of a NDM. (the sound of pixie dust tinkering is heard in the background). :goodvibes

NDM#1

01-08-2009, 03:46 PM

One of, if not THE best trip reports I've ever read on this or any other site, and I've read a lot. Absolutely loved your writing style, and your attention to detail really drags us hardcore fans in.

Had to post so I could subscribe to this, I very much look forward to reading future updates from you!

WOW!!! Thank you! I'll definitely post more soon. The report is already done and complete in my computer. I actually even have illustrations :rotfl2: , but I don't know how to post those. I just have to do some more copying and pasting.:thumbsup2

twinmom

01-08-2009, 05:01 PM

wickey's friend

01-08-2009, 05:03 PM

You may use it along with your new NDM status.

Wickey's friend, I officially christen you as NDM #10 pixiedust: . You shall henceforth bear the noble title of a NDM. (the sound of pixie dust tinkering is heard in the background). :goodvibes

:cool1: :woohoo: Oh, yeah!!! I'm #10 :woohoo: :cool1: I shall wear my title with pride!!! And yes, I heard the pixie dust.

MEK

01-08-2009, 05:13 PM

Count me in as a NDM. I will read your full report after I update my own TR. I can tell yours is going to be intense!

NDM#1

01-08-2009, 05:42 PM

Count me in as a NDM. I will read your full report after I update my own TR. I can tell yours is going to be intense!

MEK, with a great amount of enthusiasm, I officially christen you as NDM#11pixiedust: ! You shall henceforth bear the noble title of NDM (tinkering pixie dust sound). Wear this very esteemed title with pride and go forth into the great world of Disney!

NDM#1

01-08-2009, 06:24 PM

I vote we all pitch in and send you to WDW more often so we can all be entertained by your writing.

I swear when you were describing WL lobby I felt I was there. I have stayed there before and it took me right back. I agree this is the best report I have ever read and I am so sad it is about to end.

Did you ever figure out what was causing Angel to break down again and again or was there even a reason? I am so lucky my boys never had tantrums like that and especially not at WDW. They are always on their best behavior when they are there. When they were 5, 5 and 7. I actually got complimented on their behavior from another guest at Le Cellier. If only they could see them at home :lmao:

Oh! I like your way of thinking! :yay:

I'm so glad that I could make you feel like you were there. That is ABSOLUTELY what I'm going for.

Don't be too sad. I still have another day of MK fun to post as well as check-out day. After that, maybe I'll start a blog or something. I'll invite you if I do so you can hear about our crazy Disney antics year round.:lovestruc

I think Angel was overtired, overstimulated, crashing from a sugar high and trying to manipulate Grammy. She really is a fun and adorable little girl. But that day I was about to throw her in Bay Lake. LOL.

Your boys sound like little gentlemen. You are blessed. It is especially impressive with your twins. While I love my niece and nephew very much, I am stunned by their wild antics sometimes. It's almost like they will sometimes conspire to tag team my sister. One is always into some kind of mischief. But then they can also be completely cute and magical. You know that nursery rhyme about the girl with a curl . . . when she was good, she was very, very good. When she was bad . . . :rolleyes1

Backstage_Gal

01-08-2009, 07:41 PM

I'm caught up now. What great trip report! I missed it the first time around, so I am glad you reposted it.

I totally agree about writing a book :thumbsup2 And I will go to read the blog to if you decided to do one.

Sorsha

01-08-2009, 10:45 PM

NDM#1

01-09-2009, 07:50 AM

Can I be an NDM too?
Silly question, that... I have been one for as long as I can remember. DD5 and DD8 were discussing the relative merits of Figment vs. Stitch in the car a few days ago. DH just shook his head and remarked that they are SO my children. :lmao: The indoctrination will continue. :)

I am enjoying your trip report very much. You have a wonderful style of writing! I can't wait to read about what happens next. popcorn::

Oh, BTW, I love the Seven Sacred Tenets so far, and I completely agree with them. :) Looking forward to the revealing of the rest of them.

:hug: This is absolutely a scenario that would occur in my family except that my DH would then state his mantra, "The brainwashing is now complete" and shake his head. You are a NDM without a doubt.

Sorsha, I most emphatically christen you as NDM#12pixiedust: . You shall henceforth bear the endearing and noble title of Neurotic Disney Mom. Go forth into THE World (you know which World I mean, of course) and spread pixie dust wherever you go. (*tinker**tinker*)

BTW, NDMs are prone to doing things that are impulsive, especially if the action involves Disney. I committed such a crime yesterday in response to ya'll and some other feedback I'm getting on other forums. You are now communicating with the new owner of thedisneydrivenlife.com . I'm not exactly sure what I will do with it (especially since I'm not a tech savvy NDM and it may take me a little bit to set it up). But I guess I'm going to at least use it to blog about my Disney-centered life and gather other NDIs (Neurotic Disney Individuals). Maybe we'll get those t-shirts after all ;) . Anyway, if you want to write to me at ndm1@thedisneydrivenlife.com (ndm1@thedisneydrivenlife.com) , I am going to begin keeping an "official" list of NDIs over there in case this really comes into it's own. And Sorsha, you're getting in on the ground floor, girl! :rotfl2:

Oh! And I will post the rest of the report soon. I'm trying to get my report on other forums caught up with this one, so I'm not so confused about "who is where" in the tale. Also, now I'm trying to figure out what having a website means and how I am going to pay for it. :confused3

twinmom

01-09-2009, 08:07 AM

:wave2: Ooh Ooh, I want to be a NDM also. One of my twins first words were Mickey Mouse. I was so proud.

Can't wait for your website.

NDM#1

01-09-2009, 08:52 AM

:wave2: Ooh Ooh, I want to be a NDM also. One of my twins first words were Mickey Mouse. I was so proud.

Can't wait for your website.

Your children exhibit such genteel behaviors and are obviously well-trained in living a life worthy of Mickey's notice. They are a credit to your new name.

Twinmom, I officially bestow upon you the position of NDM#14pixiedust: . You shall henceforth bear the endearing, enchanting, noble and esteemed title of Neurotic Disney Mom. Go forth into THE WORLD and continue to live a life worthy of "The Happiest Place on Earth."

Just so ya'll know, yesterday was a busy day. Our group has grown to include 14 NDMs, 2NDDs(Dads), 1 NDGM(Grandmoms), 1NDW(Wife), and two others who are considering what their titles should be since they don't have spouses or children . . . maybe NDIs (Neurotic Disney Individuals) or possibly NDAs and NDUs (Aunties and Uncles). We also now have a website for our prized group thedisneydrivenlife.com which I will try to get up and running as soon as I can . . . will try to work on that some today. I LOVE this new job! :laughing:

Everyone, keep track of your numbers for me. I have started a list, but until I get the website running and have a place to safely store this information, it is always possible I may lose my little notepaper or my computer will crash (it has happened before :blush: ). And I want to keep it all straight so that if we get t-shirts everyone will have their "jersey number." :rotfl:

Until then, keep living The Disney-Driven Life :drive: .

spokanemom

01-09-2009, 09:21 AM

NDM#1

01-09-2009, 09:52 AM

You are hysterical. Will the shirts be like the ones that Jon & Kate have for their children when they go in public to keep a count on the kids? I can just see a sea of red, blue, green, whatever color is chosen, walking the earth with NDM#... on the back of them!:laughing:

Alright, I think I need to join too, before you introduce an entrance fee. This will kind of be like an NDM Fastpass...

And BTW, I just don't see that there is anything wrong with Disney in your life everyday. It just makes things more magical and happy!:wizard:

I don't know what the shirts will look like, but if possible, I would love for everyone to display their designated titles and numbers. I suppose that I will need to design some kind of logo and color scheme. This is getting more fun by the minute. Maybe I'll make a Mickey head out of neurotic swirlie circles or something (like the Twilight Zone twirlie) :rotfl2: . I'll have to carefully consider the colors that would best represent those living The Disney-Driven Life . . . maybe black and something else. Submissions, anyone? Be sure to give an explanation for your choice.

Spokeanemom, if I get enough hits on the new website maybe I will get some corporate sponsers. If and when that happens, and I start to earn enough profits to afford it, I will grant the first 50 NDIs (meaning moms, dads, grandmoms, wives, husbands, aunts, uncles, etc.) free membership benefits. Hopefully, that will include a t-shirt :love: . So . . . .

Spokeanemom, I now bestow upon you the magical position of NDM#17 (which actually is my favorite number)pixiedust: . You shall now bear the noble and esteemed title of Neurotic Disney Mom. Go forth and live your Disney-driven life in a manner worthy of the Mouse and my favored number.

NDM#1

01-09-2009, 10:45 AM

WHERE FOR ART THOU, FAIRY GODMOTHER?

Now that things have calmed, DH confesses some romantic notions to me. I realize that we have not really spent time with each other today. Between the impossible Hidden Mickey hunt and the chaos of my family’s visit, DH and I have done little more than pass children between us. Apparently, this has fueled DH’s burning passion for me. I guess that absence really does make the heart grow fonder. The only other possible explanation for this unsolicited behavior is that seeing my endearing, neurotic personality in sharp contrast to my outright crazy relations puts me in a very attractive light.

I inquire about DH’s plan for the evening. He states that he really wants to take me to Artist’s Point for dinner. I assume the rest since I have been on enough romantic dinners to know what follows. I point out that we have a couple obstacles to overcome. The first one is lack of a babysitter. The second one is lack of an advanced dinner reservation. DH comments that he will do anything to find solutions to these problems, so I put my problem-solving skills to work.

I tell DH that we can possibly avail ourselves of the Cub’s Den, the babysitting center, but it will cost him. If they still have spaces open, they will bill us over $60.00 for a 2 hour escape . . . this is just for the sitters and does not include the price of our dinner. DH says that he doesn’t care. He will pay it.

So I make a quick run out to the Cub’s Den, jumping to reach and sound a cow bell in front of the arcade as I pass it. I guess the idea of some romance has put a little spring in my step. It would be lovely to have an adult evening in the beauty of an upscale restaurant that I have never visited before.

I peek my head into the Cub’s Den and ask the matronly women if they still have openings for three adorable critters. They reply that while they are almost at full capacity, they do still have some openings. My heart leaps with their response. One of the friendly women then takes her place behind the counter near the door and says that I just need to go over some things with her. She asks the age of my children. “Eight, six and three,” I cheerfully declare. “Oh,” the nanny surprisingly remarks, “We don’t take children under four.” “Oh dear,” I retort. Then in a snarky tone, the other nanny that is engaging a child on the floor says, “If we didn’t have so many children here tonight, we might make an exception. But we have too many other kids to consider it. Not a chance!”

My hopes of an enchanted evening are dashed. Missing the cut-off by three months, DD3 has demolished my dream of being whisked away by my handsome Prince Charming. I leave the Cub’s Den sans spring in my step.

As a last ditch effort at romance, I stop in at the mercantile to borrow another movie. But all of the films that would be suitable for family viewing as well as be of interest to DH have already been taken. I settle for “High School Musical 2.” DH will have no interest in this, but DD8 will be over the moon about it.

When I return to the villa, I inform DH of our misfortune. He wonders if there is any other way. I explain that short of my fairy godmother making an appearance, we are stuck with the children in our room for the evening. I reason that maybe this is for the best so that we can better prepare for our day at the Magic Kingdom® tomorrow. He reluctantly agrees with my logic, but the disappointment on his face is heart-wrenching.

This is in sharp contrast with DD8, who can’t believe her luck. She has not had the chance to view “High School Musical 2” previously. Now she will finally be a part of the whole HSM2 culture sweeping the nation. She hurriedly grabs the DVD and starts the movie. This is going to be good!

Once we have accepted the fact that an adult’s night is not in the cards for us this year, DH and I actually enjoy the sequel to Troy and Gabriella’s story. As we cuddle our little cubs on the couch, I consider that a second “family movie night” is a great runner-up to a romantic adult evening.

It is fitting that the high school body of our musical revue reminds us, “We’re all in this together,” for it seems that we can’t be separated even if we try. But after all the high school drama has been resolved, we once again tuck our little sleepy heads into their beds. Then DH and I tip-toe our way back to the separate bedroom and find that we can put a little “adult” into our evening after all.

CantWaitToGo2007

01-09-2009, 07:50 PM

winkers

01-09-2009, 08:31 PM

I'm loving your report!

wigdoutdismom

01-09-2009, 09:01 PM

I'm so glad you posted your report! I was checking your jersey numbers and think that perhaps you left out lucky number 13! If that's the case can it be mine? Please oh please?:worship:

NDM#1

01-09-2009, 09:08 PM

I want to be a NDM too :banana: Apparently I talk a lot about Disney at work, I had two people come up to me this week and ask for advice on where to stay and to borrow a couple of my many Disney planning books :rolleyes1

I can't help it. Disney is my happy place :goodvibes

Too bad about the cub's den not taking kids under 4. Next year she'll be old enough though ;)

When others seek you out for WDW vacation planning advice, it is a sure sign that one is NDM material. Therefore:

CantWaitToGo2007, I now officially bestow upon you the prestigious position of NDM#25.pixiedust: You shall henceforth bear the esteemed title of Neurotic Disney Mom. Go forth in the World, loaning Disney vacation planning materials as you strive to uphold and teach The Sacred Seven. May the Mouse smile upon you as you endeavor to indoctrinate your family into Disney culture and lead a Disney-Driven Life!

NDM#1

01-09-2009, 09:10 PM

I'm loving your report!

Thank you so much!:goodvibes

NDM#1

01-09-2009, 09:30 PM

I'm so glad you posted your report! I was checking your jersey numbers and think that perhaps you left out lucky number 13! If that's the case can it be mine? Please oh please?:worship:

Wigd, you know that I would do anything for you if it was in my power. And you most assuredly are NDM material. However, I did--in fact--already designate a NDM#13. She was in another forum. This thing has practically overrun the earstoears forum for 2 days now, and it is picking up a little speed in the Mouse Owners forum. At this point, I'm also getting personal e-mails that I'm trying to keep up with. And I still haven't caught up.

So far there are 25 NDMs, 3 NDDs (dads), 1 NDGM (grand mom), 2 NDW (wives) and a handful of people who are trying to determine if they resonate more as a NDH (husband), NDU (uncle), NDA (auntie) or NDAlt (adult with no spouses or children).

Hopefully what I do have for you will still be adequate.

Wigdoutdismom, I officially bestow upon you the honorable position of NDM#26. pixiedust: You shall henceforth bear the esteemed and noble title of Neurotic Disney Mom. Go forth in the World, upholding all the sacred tenets of a Disney-driven Life and attaining more DVC points with each passing year (tell Shocker that he better start saving more of his pennies;) ). In time, you may even find that you are a character in thedisneydrivenlife.com blog since I will actually get to meet you this summer.

mla1977

01-09-2009, 10:24 PM

I just finished page 1 and I'm loving it so far.

All7OfUs

01-10-2009, 07:21 AM

NDM#1

01-10-2009, 07:40 AM

I just finished page 1 and I'm loving it so far.

Thank you so much!:goodvibes

NDM#1

01-10-2009, 07:49 AM

I would definitely qualify as well! Just ask DH or DKids who can't escape my constant bantering about ALL THINGS DISNEY! I have 2 trips planned-neither of which is less than 20 months away! :scared1: Until then, they will have to hear daily about which park, which day, which restaurant, which resort and every Hidden Mickey I WILL find! Then, when I 'm done telling them about those plans, they will have to endure my rearranging it all 25 times until we go.:rotfl2:

Pretty please- let me in too!

I could never deny someone of your caliber! Your NDM trademark characteristics are so evident. It would be sacreligious to turn you away!

All7OfUs, by the power and authority vested in me, I hereby pronounce you to be NDM#33. You shall henceforth bear the esteemed, noble and obsessive title of Neurotic Disney Mom. pixiedust: Go forth in the World, daily subjecting your family to incessant ramblings about theme parks, restaurants, resorts and Hidden Mickeys (after all, it is for their own good mental health) and find blessing!

CantWaitToGo2007

01-10-2009, 08:49 AM

When others seek you out for WDW vacation planning advice, it is a sure sign that one is NDM material. Therefore:

CantWaitToGo2007, I now officially bestow upon you the prestigious position of NDM#25.pixiedust: You shall henceforth bear the esteemed title of Neurotic Disney Mom. Go forth in the World, loaning Disney vacation planning materials as you strive to uphold and teach The Sacred Seven. May the Mouse smile upon you as you endeavor to indoctrinate your family into Disney culture and lead a Disney-Driven Life!

Thank you!

I do agree shirts would be fun :) I wonder if I could get ds to wear one that says "son of NDM#25" :rolleyes: after all it is my job in life to embarass him until he is married and has his own kids to embarass.

PinkPrincessZ

01-10-2009, 09:57 AM

I just spent the whole morning reading your wonderful report! Love your writing style - one of the best on the board. :thumbsup2 Subbing, big time!

NDM#1

01-10-2009, 05:27 PM

I just spent the whole morning reading your wonderful report! Love your writing style - one of the best on the board. :thumbsup2 Subbing, big time!

Thank you so much! There is more coming your way soon!

2BOYMOM

01-10-2009, 06:43 PM

Can't wait for more!!

ArielSRL

01-10-2009, 07:14 PM

Ok...I'm here. Jumped over from EarstoEars. I am the one who just emailed you a bit ago. Enjoying the report!

Had to edit b/c it looks like our next trips (if I am able to make it) coincide.

mla1977

01-10-2009, 07:39 PM

NDM#1

01-10-2009, 09:06 PM

Ok...I'm here. Jumped over from EarstoEars. I am the one who just emailed you a bit ago. Enjoying the report!

Had to edit b/c it looks like our next trips (if I am able to make it) coincide.

Do you mean that you will be there when I am ??!!

If true, WE MUST MEET! I am already going to be meeting with NDM#26, and I would love to meet you too!

Disneyfan71

01-10-2009, 09:20 PM

Sounds like you had a good time, even though there were a few roadblocks along the way. But all the while you enjoyed yourselves. It's always nice reading TR's..:) Thanks for sharing.

NDM#1

01-10-2009, 09:30 PM

I would like to be a Neurotic Disney Auntie! I most certainly am one of them. I have only my cats to brainwash. DBF is kind of like your husband. I may have convinced him to take his brother and my niece in June.

Your wish is definitely granted, especially because I believe that aunties are absolutely adorable when they own cats. My favorite auntie surrounds herself with cats.:cat:

Megan The Adorable, by the power and authority vested in me, I hereby pronounce you to be NDA#1. You shall henceforth bear the esteemed and loveable title of Neurtoic Disney Auntie. pixiedust: Being the VERY FIRST NDA, you hold the solemn responsibility of setting the example for all other NDAs who will follow in your footsteps. Go forth into the World, indoctrinating all of your nieces and nephews into Disney culture, teaching the The Sacred Seven and exemplifying the principles of a Disney-driven life. This, in turn, should catapult you to the forefront of all favored aunties and bring you blessing. Congratulations!

We now have 38 NDMs, 3 NDDs (dads), 1 NDGM (grand mom), 3 NDWs (wives), 1 NDH (husband), 1 NDU (uncle), 1 NDA (auntie), and 1 NDI (individual). Whew! Still working on the website guys.

Disneyfan71

01-10-2009, 09:34 PM

mla1977

01-10-2009, 09:57 PM

Woohoo! Now if only I could put in the request for a quote on the dreams site. I will suffer through the June heat since my cousin won't let me take my niece out of school. What kind of parenting is that? ;)

ArielSRL

01-11-2009, 09:25 AM

Do you mean that you will be there when I am ??!!

If true, WE MUST MEET! I am already going to be meeting with NDM#26, and I would love to meet you too!

Currently my ressies are from May 27 - June 3 and I think, from looking at your ticker, I would be there at the same time as you guys. The only problem is, I may end up having to cancel to due finances. My mom would be the one to go with me and she got laid off Dec 31...so it depends on if she can get a job and also, if I can scrounge up the money myself, as I am still paying on some surgery I had this past summer. I booked it because it was the buy 4 days, get 3 free deal. I'll know by April (when payment is due) if we can make it. If we do, we'll be at POFQ and I would love to meet up. Will keep ya informed! :)

All7OfUs

01-11-2009, 09:29 AM

NDM #33 checking in...

Today I worked on my OneNote work of art. So far the categories are:

Itinerary, Food/drinks/snacks, resort info., transportation info., packing lists, misc. fun stuff to consider doing/buying, and PTR chapter titles. (Yes, I've even dutifully planned out HOW to write my PTR!!)

Am I missing something that a true NDM would have included?? I"m sure I'll think of more, and that my fellow NDMs, As, Hs, Us, Ws, and everyone else who is as utterly neurotic as me will guide me along the way. After all, I do have 20 months of time to "pull it all together" yet. ;)

I think the friend who is hoping to go with me is already figuring out that she's hooked up with some kook, who can't call enough with the latest tidbit of trivia, or to expound upon the wisdom and virtue of planning early- like 2 years early! SHe had no idea that the room we want could actually be booked that far out! :scared1:

Please send us more fodder to help us appreciate our decidedly NDM lifestyle as quickly as possible!

Your fellow NDM #33

megveg

01-11-2009, 10:26 AM

I found youuuu:thumbsup2

NDM#1

01-11-2009, 01:26 PM

I could be a NDH--neurotic Disney Husband...I like to plan what parks to go to on each day--where we'll eat. I don't like just "winging it" you know!! I've already got my maps and trust me I'm going over and over them!!!

Disneyfan71,

It is obvious that you have a clear understanding of the NDH (neurotic Disney people) way. NDHs DO NOT "wing it". They carefully plan and strategize in order to be sure that they maximize every Disney minute, and then they STICK TO THE PLAN so that no stone is left unturned.

Disneyfan71, by the power and authority vested in me, it is my greatest pleasure to bestow upon you the position of NDH#2. You shall henceforth bear the esteemed and noble title of Neurotic Disney Husband. pixiedust: Go forth in the World, calculating every last second of your upcoming Disney trips so that every person in your party will be able to fully experience all that Mickey has to offer them.

NDM#1

01-11-2009, 01:27 PM

What kind of parenting is that? ;)

Some parents just don't have their priorities straight!;) Keep wishing upon a star for them. Maybe one day they will see the light.

NDM#1

01-11-2009, 01:30 PM

Currently my ressies are from May 27 - June 3 and I think, from looking at your ticker, I would be there at the same time as you guys. The only problem is, I may end up having to cancel to due finances. My mom would be the one to go with me and she got laid off Dec 31...so it depends on if she can get a job and also, if I can scrounge up the money myself, as I am still paying on some surgery I had this past summer. I booked it because it was the buy 4 days, get 3 free deal. I'll know by April (when payment is due) if we can make it. If we do, we'll be at POFQ and I would love to meet up. Will keep ya informed! :)

Yes, we would overlap 3 days. Stay in touch. You can reach me at ndm1@thedisneydrivenlife.com (ndm1@thedisneydrivenlife.com) .

NDM#1

01-11-2009, 01:35 PM

NDM#1

01-11-2009, 01:39 PM

I found youuuu:thumbsup2

Stay with me, Meg! You're going to love what's coming up, especially since you were the one who inspired it all.

BTW, what do you want to be? The categories that you might qualify for are NDA (auntie . . . didn't know but might pertain) or NDI (individual). Which fits you best?

NDM#1

01-11-2009, 01:54 PM

Progress is being made!

First, we have inducted over 50 people into our Neurotic Disney Community already. We currently consist of 38 NDMs (moms), 3 NDDs (dads), 2 NDGMs (grandmoms), 3 NDWs (wives), 2 NDHs (husbands), 1 NDA (auntie), 1 NDU (uncle), and 1 NDI (individual). I am very excited about this! If you are one of these people, would you please e-mail me a ndm1 @ thedisneydrivenlife.com ? I would like to make an "official" list tonight that I will try to post on our website thedisneydrivenlife.com. I won't list full names but I would like to list your first name, last initial, hometown state along with your designated title (for example, NDM#1-Jeni Lynn K. in VA).

If you don't have a title yet, just ask. You can e-mail me (which may get my attention more quickly) or post here.

I will be working on the website more tonight and will try to find a place where I can post our roster.

Also, our website is up and I have some initial things posted (an introduction in the "about" section as well as my first blog). Come join us over there. It will probably take me quite a bit of time to get the hang of this thing, but it should get better and better every week as I figure out more ways to make it interactive. I don't want this to just be my blog. I want ya'll to be involved too.

mla1977

01-11-2009, 03:34 PM

I've been considering creating my own Disney blog. It will be happening soon hopefully. I'll let you know when it's up.

acejka

01-11-2009, 04:53 PM

All7OfUs

01-11-2009, 08:54 PM

Yes, I actually made a list of the 50 (that is my goal, and as an official NDM, I should have absolutely NO problem making that mark, should I now?) e-mails that will go to her over the months. Many topics are the same as my PTR, however since I am dealing with a complete Newbie, proper and complete indoctrination must be paramount! I shall extol on the 7 Sacred Tenets, and bring our banter dangerously close to the point of annoying her too, but all for the sake of a great, rather than mediocre, pilgrimage, right?

E-mail coming straight atcha!

NDM#1

01-11-2009, 11:20 PM

I've been considering creating my own Disney blog. It will be happening soon hopefully. I'll let you know when it's up.

Keep me up to date.:thumbsup2

NDM#1

01-11-2009, 11:42 PM

Great read! I can't wait for more!

Can I be a Future NDM?

We aren't going to start trying for another 6 months at least (AHH it is so scary to say that!! I'm terrified!), but boy oh boy have I already started planning for a few Disney-fied babies!
First I made him get DVC so vacation lodging is pre-paid for, I've already started my dvd collection and put away a few small things here and there... scrapbook stuff, stuffed animals, bedtime story books etc... I am determined to make Disney World the first words!

You are a future NDM for sure, but would you mind being a NDW in the meantime? It may be hard to believe . . . but I'm getting swamped right now with requests, so I'm trying to keep this as simple as possible. But you can bet that I will be MORE THAN HAPPY to relinquish your NDW title and number to another and dub you a NDM when you are a preggers.

E-mail me at ndm1@thedisneydrivenlife.com (ndm1@thedisneydrivenlife.com) with your response, first name, last initial, home state and we will proceed with the inevitable formalities as well as get you on that roster, baby! You can see our growing community at http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/ . I will be quicker to respond if I find you in my mailbox. Thanks! I'll be looking for your letter.:rolleyes1

NDM#1

01-11-2009, 11:45 PM

NDM#1

01-13-2009, 04:58 PM

NDM#6 has stepped up to the plate and created a facebook page for us as well. Search "the Disney Driven Life" on facebook and join us.

Also, my friend and I are working hard to install THE CONFESSIONAL on the website. There we can all share the deepest, darkest, most neurotic things we have done in times of Disney desperation. Come play!

NDM#1

01-15-2009, 11:42 AM

DAY 7
SECOND TIME AROUND

For the first time in the history of my Disney life, I have plans to visit the Magic Kingdom® twice within the same trip. I am completely thrilled with this as it means that I will be able to experience the Magic Kingdom® in it’s entirety—something that I have never accomplished before. Needless to say, when the alarm goes off at 6:00am, it is not a real struggle to begin preparations for this unprecedented happening.

DH has learned from his past mistakes and does not hinder the family’s exit this morning. The kids, too, are energetic and eager to return to the fun we experienced just two days ago. So we all work together to hasten the necessary morning routines and get on with the joy of making beautiful memories.

We are able to catch a bus quickly and arrive at the park just as the rope is dropping. A direct path is taken to Tomorrowland® since this is where we ended our last visit. There is still unfinished business to attend to in this futuristic place, and all of us are eager to tie up our loose ends.

There are two attractions in Tomorrowland® that prohibit DD3’s participation—Stitch’s Great Escape!™ and Space Mountain®. Both of these rides can consume significant amounts of time either in waiting or in experiencing the ride, itself. To ask a 3 year-old to wait while the rest of her family takes on each exhibit two times is unreasonable, so DH and I design an elaborate plan that consists of the calculated timing of FastPasses, schizophrenic swapping of children, swift alternation between various Tomorrowland® attractions and consistent communication with cell phones. It is “divide and conquer” at its best, and it is executed to perfection. As DH not only cooperates with me in performing this complicated dance around Disney’s window to posterity but also enthusiastically organizes it, I realize just how far DH has come in his enthusiasm for the magic of Walt Disney World. He truly has reached a level of Disney fandom that I once thought was beyond reach, and I feel as if I have fallen in love all over again. Never has it been more clear to me that I am one of the fortunate few in the Disney domain who has married her true soul-mate.

After the exhilarating conquest of Space Mountain®, Stitch’s Great Escape!™, Tomorrowland® Transit Authority and Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin in this whirlwind fashion, our family once again comes together to revel in the joy of each other’s company while we watch the show in Monster’s Inc. Laugh Floor. It is a great time with lots of hilarious jokes, and it puts us in a jolly mood. So by the time we make it to the Walt Disney’s Carousel of Progress, we are in great spirits and join the characters in singing the theme song (except for DH, who once again has found an ideal setting for a power nap).

Disneyfan71

01-15-2009, 11:50 AM

Sounds like you had a good day 7 :) I've only been to MK twice in the same trip..that was 1980. I think we went twice in 1983 but can't remember. On our upcoming trip though, we're going at least twice :) If not more.

Marshay

01-15-2009, 12:03 PM

NDM #39 checking in to say hello and I found your report!! Yeah!
:cool1:

Very cool that DH is on board! I know that is sooo much easier for all NDMs!

So glad you can do MK 2 times this trip. Somehow it doesn't seem like a real trip for me unless we get to MK 2-4 times. We try for one rope drop and then usually just go back 1 or 2 more times at night for the parade and fireworks. I love all the parks but MK just holds that extra something special for me.

NDM#1

01-15-2009, 02:36 PM

LICENSE TO THRILL

There is one final exhibit in Tomorrowland®, and I am certain it will be a tremendous hit with the children—the Tomorrowland® Indy Speedway. We divide into boys and girls for the race with DD8 driving the girls and DS6 driving the boys.

In the girl’s car DD8 does an adequate job on the track. Her driving skills are quite good, and I find myself impressed. Girl time has never been better as all three of us feel the rushing wind blow our hair, and we are filled with contentment throughout our bumpy ride over the asphalt.

When we pull into the pit for our exit, the pit crew asks if we would like to take another lap around the track so that DD3 can have a go at the steering wheel. I hesitate a bit simply because the thought had never occurred to me. But after a brief second, I reason that DD3 should certainly be given the opportunity if it is permitted. So as the boys exit their vehicle, we whiz past them with DD3 in the driver’s seat, leaving them very confused.

DD3 is laughing hysterically. She cannot suppress her giddiness over being entrusted with such a grown-up responsibility. DD8 and I can’t help but laugh with her because it is great fun to see her having such a good time. But then our cruise takes on an unexpected twist. In all of her hearty cackling, DD3 lets go of the wheel to cover her mouth which is wide open and expelling vast amounts of giggles. The car veers out of control and slams up against the strip of metal between our tires that is intended to keep us on our track. The jolt is a huge shock, and DD3 narrowly averts disaster as we are all jarred and shoved in her direction. A shared belt is loosely fastened across our laps, but we experience a brief sensation of being thrown.

My NDM reflexes are automatically engaged. I immediately grab both daughters. All three of us look at each other, feeling that the outcome of that could have been ugly. However, rather than shaking some sense into us, the incident only causes us to erupt into manic squeals of delight. DD3 continues to cover her mouth because her laughter is uncontrollable at this point. The vehicle repels off of the metal strip and veers in the opposite direction, slamming us once again up against the safety strip and delivering another powerful jolt.

At this point we become the most reckless car on the Tomorrowland® Indy Speedway. Due to being unmanned, our vehicle continues to slam against the piece of metal that keeps us on course in a zig-zag fashion. My hands are occupied as I hold on tenaciously to my speedsters. And everytime DD3 attempts to grab the wheel, we are jolted by another impact, causing the steering wheel to spin out of her hands again. I am certain that we will all have severe whiplash by the end of our journey, but we are laughing so hard it doesn’t occur to me I can prevent our injury by releasing the gas peddle.

At some point, I remember that I actually control the motion of the racecar. I take my foot off the gas peddle, allowing us to tighten our belt, regain control of the steering wheel and tame our wild laugh fest. Then we continue our thrilling race in a more controlled manner. In spite of the momentary stall, we finish our lap in record time and rejoin the boys who are patiently waiting near the exit.

mejkjj97

01-15-2009, 04:28 PM

I am finally caught up and loving you report. I glad you posted the link here from the "other place" where all the craziness was. I could not believe it.
But I am glad you are still writing. I really love it.

It's also nice to know that there are many others as crazed with planning disney trips and just disney in general. I am currently in the process of planning 3 friends vacations as well as my own. I am all my friends go to person for Disney.

I also have a DD who is 3 and is loves everything Disney. My DH and I were nervous that she was not going to love it as much as us but she is. She remembers our trip in August and can't wait to we take our first DVC trip to "Toga Springs" and she can see her friend Ale (a great CM in mexico who treated her like a princess and gave her all sorts of great things).

Thanks for your great trip report!

Jmee

01-15-2009, 06:18 PM

Really enjoying this! More please....:)

NDM#1

01-16-2009, 04:35 PM

NDM#1

01-16-2009, 04:36 PM

Really enjoying this! More please....:)

Comin' atcha shortly!;)

NDM#1

01-16-2009, 04:47 PM

FILM ANALYSIS AT ITS BEST

It is now time for a little mid-day meal. I tell DH that we must go to The Pinocchio Village Haus for our noon-time snack. He doesn’t understand this logic since it is quite a long walk to get there, and we are currently standing near the perfectly adequate Cosmic Ray’s Starlight Café. I am a little tempted to give in to his simpler plan. I have only one very vague memory of eating in Cosmic Ray’s Starlight Café, and it might be fun to refresh it. However, I hold firm.

The Pinocchio Village Haus has one wall that is glass, and through this window you are able to view “it’s a small world”. As a child, this single factor gave Pinocchio’s fast-food eatery equal status to a five-star restaurant. There was nothing cooler than being able to eat your individual pizza while watching all the happy people board their boat and float off into the cheerful home of singing dolls. I feel strongly that my own children must have the opportunity to form the same bond with this food facility.

Not being a big fan of “it’s a small world,” DH states that he still doesn’t understand the grave importance of being at Pinocchio’s place even after my eloquent argument on its behalf. But, he concedes that if it is so important to me, he will make the extra steps to reach this destination.

We arrive at The Pinocchio Village Haus and find one last table next to the window. I seize it as if my life depended on it. DH gets in line to order our food while I begin to divide up the things we have brought for our little folk.

The kids are fascinated by the view of “it’s a small world” as I knew they would be. But within minutes the focus changes. They begin an in-depth discussion on the huge murals of the restaurant’s walls, depicting scenes from Pinocchio’s movie. DS6 raises questions about the donkey ears and tail that Pinocchio has in one of the paintings, so DD8 elegantly explains the importance of obedience and living a moral lifestyle. Her monologue chronicles Pinocchio’s journey and relays that since Pinocchio failed to be obedient and make good choices in the beginning of his tale, he fell prey to the perils of Pleasure Island and incurred harsh consequences. “All this led to poor Pinocchio growing donkey ears and a tail”, she remarks. She states that she doesn’t quite understand how it caused this, but she is certain that it was a result of his bad behavior. Her detailed exposition of moral standards and the consequences of failing to meet them is inspiring. I find myself completely drawn into this intellectual analysis of the movie’s plot as does DS6, whose eyes are wide with bewilderment. His face gives the impression that he is understanding the events that unravel in Pinocchio’s film for the first time, and the revelation is nothing short of alarming. He remarks that he is going to watch the movie again now that he can follow the logic of it.

DH arrives with a bit of food for the older folk. The kids are nearly done with their morsels, so we do our best to quickly scarf down what we have. As we are wiping our mouths and patting our bellies, I convince DH that he should accompany us on “it’s a small world.” He missed our first ride as well as the complete joy that DD3 showed during that cruise. He agrees to this arrangement so that DD3 can once again engage her multi-cultural pals in a sing-a-long as she longed to do the other day.

The attraction does not fail to impress. As before, our troop delights in their ethnic surroundings. This time not only do they proudly sing the cultural anthem but they also find it amusing to call out the names of the countries that they recognize being represented. It is a moment that any home-schooling mother would delight in, and I am no exception. I look at DH who is grinning from ear to ear as he observes our sweet darlings. I nudge him gently with my elbow and whisper, “I told you so.”

This time when the ride ends, DD3 is cooperative in making her exit. She has learned so much in just a few days, and I am proud of how well she has adjusted to following The Sacred Seven. She has finally earned the privilege that all mouseketeers hope to have one day . . . a chance to meet the Big Cheese, himself.

NDM#1

01-19-2009, 11:15 AM

STORMING THE BARNSTORMER

It is now time to jaunt over to the last, untouched land of the Magic Kingdom®—Mickey’s Toontown® Fair. As usual, the sun is blaring, and we are sweating buckets in the sauna of Central Florida. DD3 has a subtle, sour expression on her face due to her discomfort, and she reverts to sucking her thumb as a self-soothing activity.

Under these circumstances, it seems logical to get in line for The Barnstormer at Goofy’s Wiseacre Farm. This kiddie rollercoaster moves quickly through the air, providing lots of refreshing wind for hot, sticky bodies. Plus, I suspect that DD3 will cheer up at the thought of getting to ride a “big kid” attraction. But my suspicion is wrong.

DD3 is a personality that can be stubborn at the most inopportune times. Once she has decided that she is not pleased with something, she cannot be coaxed out of her funk. The sole cure for her misery is her own decision to “get over it.” Any attempt by others to subvert her foul mood usually plunges her further into it.

So as we stand in line for a wild spin on Goofy’s aeronautical adventure, DD3 gradually recedes into depression. She doesn’t want to be touched. She doesn’t want to be looked at. She doesn’t want a drink. She doesn’t want a snack. She doesn’t want to ride with Mommy. She doesn’t want to ride with Daddy. In fact, she doesn’t want to ride at all, and she is nearly in tears.

Being familiar with this mind-set of my melancholy midget, I know that allowing her to skip the ride is not going to solve our dilemma. Experience has taught me that as soon as we get out of line, she will regress from “nearly in tears” to “absolutely bawling” because she doesn’t want to be left out either. So we maintain our delicate daughter’s emotional status primarily by ignoring her crankiness as we inch closer to the plane.

We enter a barn in the queque line that has lots of animated, squawking chickens whom are ruffling their feathers. DD8 and DS6 are entertained by this and cheerfully talk amongst themselves about the silly poultry. I sneak a glance at DD3, who looks intrigued but is unwilling to fully release her bitter attitude. She is still sucking her thumb, but her expression has changed a bit. Rather than being truly sour, she now looks as if she is pretending to be sour. This is progress, I say to myself.

At that moment, Goofy’s plane bursts through the barn and buzzes over our heads as it flies on a track just a few feet from where we stand. DD8, DS6, DH and I all laugh at the shocking event, and I sneak another glance at DD3. The thumb is still in her mouth, but she has begun to laugh and smile. Wonderful! She is going to be alright by the time we make it to the front of the line which means I will not have to look like a Disney villain who forces unwilling children onto rides that mortify them.

DD8 and DS6 are fortunate enough to get the very first cart of the coaster. DH, sits directly behind them, and DD3 and I board the following cart. DD3 has completely forgotten her recent disinterest in Goofy’s disastrous flight, and her eyes sparkle as she giggles, “This is going to be fun.” I can’t help but giggle too because I know that she is right.

We take off in flight, and—just as expected—the whole family explodes into happy screams, yells, shouts and big laughs. Looking at DD3, she is every bit as jubilant as she was on the Tomorrowland® Indy Speedway. And I, once again, am so grateful that I get to witness these little milestones in her life.

When the plane lands, all three children begin chanting, “Let’s go again! Let’s go again!” Technically, we have not yet experienced every exhibit in the Magic Kingdom®, so repeating this attraction would break the fourth tenet of The Sacred Seven. However, due to the extra time that our second day has afforded us as well as our expert efficiency this morning in Tommorowland®, there is no logical reason to deny my little pilots another barnstorming trip. So we ride it again, and then we ride it another time. I rationalize that sometimes it’s OK to bend the rules a little bit.

After our third time, the children still plead for another go around the track, but DH and I see the need to end our barnstorming run. We still have not met Mickey, and we are well aware that the line for this special event can be extensive. DD3 is not pleased with our decision to leave Goofy’s barn, so she quickly reverts back to her thumb-sucking, cranky demeanor. More determined than ever to remain disagreeable, DD3 cannot be reasoned with. We tell her we are on our way to go see Mickey Mouse and that this is the climax of every Walt Disney World® trip. But it is all in vain, her disheartened soul will not be moved. She has hardened herself to all future chances at happiness. Even the prospect of meeting one of history’s greatest figures is devoid of meaning now.

Marshay

01-19-2009, 06:11 PM

Yeah for IASW and Pinocchio Village Haus. We took my nearly 3yo there for lunch and she had a wonderful time waving to everyone. It was magical for her!

Goofy's barnstormer is a blast! So glad your 3yo got out of her funk and loved it...and that you broke the rules to ride 2 more times!

(Isn't one of the tenets that it is ok to break the tenets from time to time?!);)

Can't wait to hear about the mouse!

- NDM#39

NDM#1

01-20-2009, 07:19 PM

SAY CHEESE!

We stroll down a path through Mickey’s Country House, past his garden and out to the Judge’s Tent where many harvested, plastic vegetables have been entered for a chance to win a blue ribbon in the Toontown® County Fair. It is past this tent where Mickey greets all of his visitors, so we are anxious to finish this phase of the line as well. However, we are not as fortunate as we have been in the past. The line winds all throughout the tent, and we have a decent wait ahead of us. This event is non-negotiable, though, for the sixth tenet of The Sacred Seven is clear: Thou shalt be photographed with Mickey Mouse when in Walt Disney World®. So there is nothing to be done except put in our time waiting.

More than an hour goes by as we weave back and forth, inch by inch, until we ultimately make it to the door that hides Mickey. Finally, we become the group that is next to be ushered into his presence. I look at my sweet mouseketeers to judge whether they are ready for this memorable occasion, but they are not. They have been through so much to get to this point, and it shows. Both DD8 and DS6 cannot stand up because they are so tired. And it is surprising that DD3’s thumb is still attached to her hand because the force of her sucking action at this point is ferocious. DH looks as if he might appreciate a few drops of cyanide so that he can be put out of his misery. So I am the sole individual of our group who still exhibits any amount of enthusiasm for the great rodent we will soon behold.

I try to instill some motivation in my exhausted crew by stating the obvious, “It is almost our turn to meet Mickey and his cute sweetheart, Minnie.” DD8 and DS6 find some inspiration from my reminder. They muster enough strength to stand once again and paint weak smiles on their faces. DH is not inspired. He is still looking for a source of cyanide amongst Mickey’s prize-winning produce. But for DD3, my happy remark is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. She begins to grunt as she sucks her thumb and shows behavior indicating that she may refuse to enter Mickey’s room. What am I to do? This is her one chance on our trip to embrace His Squeakiness, and she is going to pass it up. Or even worse, she may possibly ruin the opportunity for everyone else as well.

The door opens, and we are cheerfully invited to join Mickey and Minnie for some pictures and playful cuddling. DD3 shows that she has no intention of proceeding forward as she becomes statuesque except for the steady slurping on her thumb. I can see there is no point in trying to reason with her, so I simply pick her up and plant her on my hip. I resign myself to the apparent reality that DD3 will miss her chance to interact with Mickey and have a photo with him for her scrapbook, but I hope that DD8 and DS6 will be able to enjoy his company without a grand disturbance from our irritable dwarf.

DH obediently films every movement as DD8 and DS6 embrace and play with Mickey and Minnie. The two friendly rodents beckon me to bring DD3 to them, but I resist, knowing that their attentions could throw DD3 into a wild fit. They are not convinced that DD3 is beyond their whimsical reach, and so they insist on her introduction. The photographer stationed in the room suggests that I continue to hold DD3 and walk over to the mice with her in my arms. This way she may not feel so apprehensive. I give in to everyone’s request and join my other two children between our beloved, costumed friends. DD3 buries her face in my shoulder. Apparently even setting eyes on such happy creatures threatens her mournful existence. She cannot risk being cheered-up again.

Minnie sympathizes with DD3’s wretched condition. She begins to rub my preschooler’s back in an attempt to communicate her condolences. DD3 flinches in response. I sigh with disappointment. It really has come to this. The pinnacle for our entire vacation rests here—in this moment—and I am doomed to have a picture of a sour-puss kid who looks as if she has lived a tortured existence.
I tell the photographer to just go ahead and snap her pictures. I have lost all hope that DD3 will respond positively to my beloved Mickey, so there is not much point in waiting.

But then something magical happens. Minnie, who has not given up on DD3, leans in and plants a tiny mouse kiss on DD3’s cheek. I brace myself for a terrible upset, but instead I hear a small giggle from DD3. I grasp this thread of hope and ask DD3, “Is Minnie kissing you?” “Yes,” DD3 says while suppressing giggles with her thumb in her mouth. This is all the encouragement Minnie needs, she leans in for more kisses, and she is rewarded with more giggles. Minnie then affectionately pokes DD3 a tiny bit and leans in for a big kiss. As I hear the steady, rhythmic puckering sound, DD3 gives way to loud, delightful squeals and big laughs.

The photographer is snapping pictures at a furious pace. She recognizes DD3’s unpredictable and moody nature, so she is taking full advantage of the big smiles while we have them. I, too, think I should make the most of this by introducing DD3 to Mickey while she is in a more jovial state. Success! Mickey has picked up on the cuddle and kiss game, and DD3 responds equally as well to him as she did to Minnie. It is obvious that DD3 is finally enjoying the brief minutes she has been given with our celebrity pals.

So the memories are made. The scrapbook is saved. Spirits are raised even if it is just for a few minutes. We exit the Judge’s Tent with a definite sense of exhaustion and satisfaction in the afterglow of our banter with Disney’s best. We accomplished what we came to do, and there is a definite sense of completion.

PinkPrincessZ

01-20-2009, 07:30 PM

Love this installment! You took me right back to my youngest son's first experience with the characters when he was just a wee lad (and, luckily, he did pose for those pics!). Precious!

Looking forward to more! :hyper:

Marshay

01-20-2009, 09:48 PM

Hearing that first Minnie-inspired giggle from DD3 was priceless!!:thumbsup2

champagne27

01-21-2009, 06:15 AM

Can't wait for the next installment! I'm like an addict :thumbsup2

msreneau

01-21-2009, 12:00 PM

I'm hooked!!! Great installment!

whogirl'smom

01-21-2009, 12:58 PM

I love this report! I love that your MIL is my MIL's long lost yard-sale-shopping twin. And I love that your nephew's nickname is the same that we call our cat--Pooter! (How we got that out of Morris, I'll never know...)

Lemap760

01-21-2009, 08:08 PM

Just finished reading your trip report so far. This is putting a stitch in my side laughing so hard. Thanks for sharing your adventures and great writing.

NDM#1

01-21-2009, 09:24 PM

Hearing that first Minnie-inspired giggle from DD3 was priceless!!:thumbsup2

I love it that you're commenting as if you were there with us. You rock!

NDM#1

01-21-2009, 09:26 PM

Can't wait for the next installment! I'm like an addict :thumbsup2

I aim to please, so you will get one here shortly. I posted a new Disney Driven blog if you need more: http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/ (http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/)

NDM#1

01-21-2009, 09:27 PM

I'm hooked!!! Great installment!

Glad I could "reel" you in! ;)

NDM#1

01-21-2009, 09:29 PM

NDM#1

01-21-2009, 09:32 PM

Just finished reading your trip report so far. This is putting a stitch in my side laughing so hard. Thanks for sharing your adventures and great writing.

Oh! I am so glad that you are enjoying it. If you want the "prequel", I was inspired by the good response to get a website and start blogging. I'm only a week or so into it, but I have 4 blogs up beginning the story that eventually led up to this report. I'd love for you to hop over for a couple more laughs. http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/ (http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/)

NDM#1

01-21-2009, 09:59 PM

APPROACHING AN EPIPHANY?

As we sit on a bench in Mickey’s Toontown® Fair, I am perplexed by a situation that I have never faced before. I have checked off all the things that I set out to do in the Magic Kingdom®, and I still have half a day left before I will be forcefully ejected from the park.

A quick survey of the family reveals a sweltering, uncomfortable, tired and ragged group. I return to the question that plagued me on our last visit to the Magic Kingdom®. Would our time in the Magic Kingdom® be better served by taking a break, going back to the villa, getting something substantial to eat and resting for a while? I am absolutely conflicted about this proposition.

As a NDM, naps are simply not a part of the plan. It violates the concept of maximizing every Disney minute. Why would one spend time sleeping when the park is still open for activity? Whether you are tired, uncomfortable or miserable is truly beside the point because being in a Disney park is not always about pleasure.

A NDM is wise enough to recognize that sometimes the best memories are born out of endurance. A family’s bond can emerge stronger than ever when all members of the unit work together to overcome the trials of difficult weather, unreasonably long lines and testy attitudes.

On the other hand, the Disney Vacation Club has somehow changed the Disney framework to which I am accustomed. This was something that I anticipated, but now I come face-to-face with its reality. Presently I have so much more time in Walt Disney World®, maybe “maximizing every minute” can be defined differently.

There is not so much pressure now to have every Disney minute packed with activity because there will always be next year to pick up where we left off. For this reason, maybe our minutes could be “maximized” by allowing everyone to revive themselves rather than forcing them to have fun whether they like it or not. The idea is so new, but it is something I am willing to consider.

I decide that I will present the options to the other family members, and allow them to express their opinions on the matter. I also determine that if they agree that they would enjoy a refreshing break, then I will relinquish my neuroticism on this issue and grant everyone the freedom to leave.

My proposition is met with confused facial expressions. It has never been imagined that I would consider such a move in our theme park strategy. There is a brief silence while my loved ones ponder their current circumstances. Do they want to stay and fight against the harsh elements that presently challenge us, or do they want a reprieve?

DD8 is the first one to speak, “ Mom, I don’t think we should go. Why would we leave when we don’t have to? I mean, there are still so many things that we can do here. I know that we have already gone on all of the rides, but now we can go back to all the ones that we like best. Plus, we haven’t gone in any of the shops yet. And I really wanted to look around the shops. It just doesn’t make any sense to leave right now.”

I am a bit shocked by DD8’s response. She has either read my thoughts, or she is internalizing the lifestyle of a NDM. Is this how a future NDM reasons when they are eight years old? She seems wise beyond her years. I feel as if Providence smiled upon me when I was chosen for the honor of mothering this bright, NDM prodigy.

I look to DS6 for his contribution. He appears completely exhausted, and it is logical to expect him to suggest going back to the room. So I implore, “DS6, how do you feel? Do you think you want to go to the villa for a little while and come back later?” He takes some time to deeply consider his answer and finally says, “No. I want to stay.”

It is now DD3’s turn. She has returned to sucking her thumb as if it is the source of her life’s sustenance. She has seemed fairly miserable since we hit the early afternoon. “Would you like to stay, DD3,” I ask in a tone that suggests she can freely resist the notion. But she looks at me with big eyes, removes her thumb from her mouth and definitively says, “Yes.”

Next is the opinion that can trump all other opinions. I turn towards DH for his input. I suspect he is the least inclined to stay. While he has steadily matured as a Disneyphiliac, he still is a man who appreciates a good nap. I also don’t anticipate him having a pressing need to repeat the attractions for hours and hours. “Well,” he begins, “It is incredibly hot, and I am really tired. But our dinner reservations are in a few more hours. It may be best for us to stick around until then. After dinner, we can decide whether we want to go.”

I am speechless, and I feel like I have just lived a touching and sentimental scene that would qualify for movie status. “NDM brave enough to lay her neuroticism down to accommodate needs of her family; family decides to adhere to neurotic style that has always been imposed upon them”. I am certain such a movie would bring tears to eyes all across America, for what could possibly be more moving than this moment I just lived?

It is a good feeling to evolve as a person and be willing to sacrifice what is most comfortable and familiar to me. But the greater gift is my family’s reassurance that—all along—they have approved of the regulations and indoctrination techniques that I have subjected them to.

Maybe one day in the future, as our family matures in our Disney Vacation Club membership, we will find that it suits us better to leave in the middle of our visit to a Disney theme park. Should that day ever come, it is comforting to realize that I am emotionally able to release my family to pursue this new idea. But for now, they have made clear that they not only tolerate my NDM nature but they fully embrace it, support it . . . even appreciate it. I am a little overwhelmed by this touching moment and tuck its memory deep in the purest area of my heart.

mla1977

01-22-2009, 06:55 AM

720L

01-22-2009, 09:52 AM

NDM#1

01-22-2009, 10:29 AM

When I was younger and even now, it kills me to leave the parks, but after being there the first week of June last year, I know there is no way to survive the day without a break. This only works when staying on site though. We really took advantage of EHM. Although it felt like I was swimming through the parks one night because of the humidity even at midnight.

I expect that I will eventually evolve as you have. During that second day, leaving did seem like it might be necessary. But, yes, I would never consider leaving unless I was staying on property. My dad has us leave in the middle of the day when he would take my sister and me. He would take us all the way back to Kissimmee, and we would miss half of the day. For a kid, this was absolute torture. There just aren't words for how much I hated that!

We loved EMH! We only did the morning hours on this trip, but we were able to accomplish so much during that hour.

NDM#1

01-22-2009, 10:33 AM

Please tell me what is "The Sacred Seven"?? I love that you don't repeat rides until EVERY ride is done-that's what we do also! I have helped people plan Disney trips and always tell them to try everything once, but they always come back saying they didn't have enough time. I ask them what they got done and they reply "the kids really liked Splash Mountain we rode that like 7 times". WHAT??!!

Hi. Here is an excerpt from the beginning that explains it:

"Now every NDM knows that there are seven basic tenets for conducting a “perfect” Disney trip, otherwise known as The Sacred Seven. These are laid out with the specific intention of designing the ideal vacation, which in turn creates the desired, addictive fascination with Disney. There is no better way to internalize these principles than by putting them into practice throughout the duration of a Walt Disney World® excursion, so vacationing in Walt Disney World® is an absolutely crucial element to the process of raising a NDM family. Without it failure is almost certain."

I haven't revealed all the tenets yet. You have to stay with me through the end of the report to learn all of them, but we are getting there.

If you haven't already, I hope you join us over at my blog/website: http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/ as well as on facebook "the Disney Driven Life". You can also friend me on facebook. I'm "J.L. Knopp". We are having a lot of fun with this Neurotic Disney Community concept.

NDM#1

01-22-2009, 03:12 PM

WALKING DOWN MAIN STREET

After the question of resting has been resolved, it is decided that our family should return to Main Street, U.S.A.®. DD8 made a powerful and valid point during her well-presented argument. We had not yet fully explored the majesty of Disney’s commercial avenue.

Our family is due for a final snack before our dinner reservation rolls around, and Main Street, U.S.A.® is an ideal setting for leisurely munching. So we board the train in Mickey’s Toontown® Fair and travel around the park, getting off at the desired destination.

As we stroll down the pavement, we find a little side street that is intriguing. There are quaint little shops and even a picturesque table with chairs tucked away in this cul-de-sac. All agree that this is where we should relax while we finish up the edibles that were packed for the day. I look around at the architecture. It truly is spectacular. The attention to detail is nothing short of astounding, considering that this is an area that most guests never see. There is a cake shop, a wedding boutique and a jeweler all tucked into this tiny niche. On the upper level of one of the structures there is a small veranda adorned with hanging ferns. The other side of the street has the appearance of an antiquated office building. The windows advertise a dancing studio, talent agency and a vocal coach. As I listen carefully, I realize that there is some noise coming from the upper window of the office building. I can make out the sound of tapping shoes and a basic piano accompaniment in the style of a Rockette rehearsal, complete with a choreographer barking orders at his tiresome tappers. This is unbelievable! Disney has even gone to the trouble of providing a soundtrack to this miniscule, insignificant but completely charming little corner.

I sit quietly and nibble my muffin, fascinated by everything that my senses take in. How have I gone my entire life without ever knowing about this endearing area? This, apparently, is one of the things that I have missed out on for so many years with my frantic, “commando” way of functioning. I am a little saddened by the idea that there may be many more little places such as this that I am absolutely unaware of, and yet I find some comfort in knowing that I now have the freedom to find one or two more of these places every year when we come back.

This adorable, hiding spot inspires DD8 and I to search Main Street, U.S.A.® more thoroughly. DH, DS6, and DD3 like the idea of strolling but not necessarily exploring, so we decide to split up once again.

DD8 and I leave our sweet family for some more “girl time” in this enchanted place. It is fun to go anywhere the wind blows us simply because we can. When we pass an old-fashioned cinema, we automatically get blown into its enticing doors. For the time being, the cinema is serving as an art gallery, so we browse the beautiful pieces displayed. When we venture further in, we discover quite a few other hidden gems like a beautiful room that seems to be designated for private parties or special events. There are also small portrait studios with exquisite backdrops and props.

There are no other guests in the back of this building that I can see. I start to wonder if we have trespassed into a forbidden area accidentally, but I am fairly certain that I never saw any type of barricade. Then I make out some people in suits toward the extreme back end of the room. DD8 and I approach them to ask if our curiosity has taken us too far. As we get closer, we see something that reinforces the concept of taking time to find a treasure that may be hidden on the road less traveled.

Standing in front of a Crystal Palace photo backdrop we find the delicate and innocent Snow White. It seems likely that the men in suits are simply her bodyguards, but there is absolutely no one near this vicinity. I am a little shocked by her presence, for I can’t understand why she is standing around in an area that is not currently serving a purpose. However, when the Disney fates decide to bless you with a gift, you don’t ask why. You show gratitude and take it.

Snow White gestures that DD8 should come join her. DD8 hesitates. She is intimidated by the idea of being offered the full attention of the original Disney princess. I encourage her to proceed. After all, she wouldn’t want to offend Her Highness by remaining aloof.

She approaches the royal beauty, and Snow White immediately begins chatting away in a high-pitched yet adorable voice. I observe from a distance. I cannot hear all that these two discuss. It seems that I catch a comment here or there about the dangers of apples and a preference for strawberries.

I try not to stare, but I can hardly believe what is taking place before my eyes. My beautiful child has somehow chanced upon an exclusive audience with, arguably, the most famous Disney princess of all time. There is no rush to give another person a turn to visit with her. There are no distractions to take their focus from one another. It is just Snow White and DD8, and it seems as if time is standing still. It is a hallowed occasion, and I am afraid to speak and risk breaking the magic of moment. So I continue to wait in silence, allowing DD8 to take all the time she needs.

After a while, the men in black suits inform Snow White that it is time for her to go. She apologizes to DD8 for abruptly ending their special meeting. She must get started on making dinner for seven dwarves. DD8 graciously releases her to attend to her responsibilities and thanks her for a memory that will never be forgotten. With a big embrace and a few kisses blown to the wind, Snow White disappears from our sight as she is escorted from the building by the men in black suits.

joshua4

01-22-2009, 03:56 PM

NDM#1

01-22-2009, 04:48 PM

Love, love, love this report. I just read all nine pages of posts straight through. As a NDM myself, I can truly appreciate your attention to detail and commitment to the plan. Any room left in the NDM club? Going to WDW with my DD8 in just 9 days and would love to add that lofty title before I return to the land of all that is good and right.

Lauren

Absolutely! Please come join us! The club roster and my blog are here: http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/ (http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/) . And if you write to me at ndm1 @ thedisneydrivenlife.com with your first name (Lauren), last initial, and homestate as well as a reminder of which title you want (NDM in your case), we will make it all official.

mejkjj97

01-22-2009, 08:04 PM

What a beautiful moment your daughter had. It is so amazing those special moments in Disney that just happen when you least expect it. What was your DD reaction after Snow White left?

NDM#1

01-22-2009, 08:30 PM

What a beautiful moment your daughter had. It is so amazing those special moments in Disney that just happen when you least expect it. What was your DD reaction after Snow White left?

She couldn't stop smiling. It also enhanced the "girl time" factor. She's been real big into "girl time with Mommy" since this trip.:lovestruc

champagne27

01-22-2009, 08:54 PM

Ahh - you brought a tear of joy to my eye (hear the music playing in the background?) with the continuation of your Disney addiction in your loved ones! You must have been so proud!

And the meeting with Snow White - what a great moment that you both will always cherish.

Marshay

01-22-2009, 10:39 PM

I was all ready for your family to say, yes, let's rest! Guess I was wrong about that!:rotfl2:

We definitely do rest breaks to nap or swim or shop outside the parks in the afternoons -- it's the only way to keep my DH going, and certainly helps my DD3, too, esp if we want to see the closing evening shows.

Love the fact that you stumbled onto Snow White -- so very cool!

joshua4

01-23-2009, 06:43 AM

Thanks for the lofty title of NDM#80! As for your epiphany, I think you will evolve to taking that afternoon break. Each year we take our Disney pilgrimage and the last 7 trips or so we have done this. Sometimes we nap, sometimes we chill out by the pool, we just recharge. No one ever really feels like leaving the park at 2 or 3, but we have adopted a "leave before you are exhausted" mantra and we have never regretted those breaks. Of course, our tradition is that Tinkerbell watches over us at the park and if the kids are good all day -- Tink visits our room while we are at the park and leaves goodies for that night for the kids. The kids can't wait to get back to the room to find a pile of pixie dust, a miniature note (to be read with their special Tink magnifying glass) and treat on their bed. Crafty NDM's unite!

Can't wait to read the rest of your report --

Lauren

NDM#1

01-23-2009, 09:22 AM

NDM#1

01-23-2009, 11:19 AM

NDM#1

01-23-2009, 02:40 PM

Of course, our tradition is that Tinkerbell watches over us at the park and if the kids are good all day -- Tink visits our room while we are at the park and leaves goodies for that night for the kids. The kids can't wait to get back to the room to find a pile of pixie dust, a miniature note (to be read with their special Tink magnifying glass) and treat on their bed. Crafty NDM's unite!

Can't wait to read the rest of your report --

Lauren

Lauren, this is so fantastic! Seriously, that is a great special touch. I have to steal your tradition.::yes:: Don't be surprised if it ends up as a part of my next trip report.

NDM#1

01-25-2009, 08:15 AM

Hey everyone! I have a new feature up on the website called the confessional. THE CONFESSIONAL is now open for use of the NDP community. It is a place for those in our circle to purge their souls of the deepest, darkest secrets concerning the Neurotic Disney things that they have done in times of Disney desperation. There is no need to carry the burden of Disney neurosis on your own anymore. Share the crazy things you’ve done for a Disney “fix” in the confessional. You never know . . . some of us may decide to join in on your neurotic activities.

http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/the-confessional

NDM#1

01-25-2009, 07:06 PM

“SO THE DRAMA”

With Snow White’s mention of dinner, I realize that it is time for us to rejoin our precious family and journey to Liberty Square for supper. We have reservations at the Liberty Tree Tavern.

DD8 and I meet the other half of our crew at the train station on Main Street, U.S.A.®. All is well except that DD3 has resumed her withdrawn state of irritation.

We arrive at the tavern a little early. The hostess tells us to have a seat in the waiting area until our table becomes available. I sit on a colonial bench, cuddling DD3 who is in desperate need of unconditional love right now. “We get to see Goofy, won’t that be fun,” I suggest gently. She shakes her head in disagreement. “Well, what about Minnie or Chip and Dale? They are here too, and they are going to visit our table when we eat. Do you want to see any of them,” I ask in a soothing voice. She sadly says, “No. I don’t want to see them.” But after some consideration she partially retracts her statement. “Well, I want to see Chip, the chinkmonk.” I agree that Chip is a pleasant “chinkmonk”, and I look forward to seeing him as well.

We are summoned to our table that is tucked back in the corner with a booth-type bench and a couple chairs. It isn’t long before the Disney characters, dressed in colonial garb come into view. “Oh boy,” I say, “I can see them coming.” DD8 and DS6 contort their bodies in order to catch a glimpse while remaining in their chairs. I can see the excitement beginning to build for them. DD3, however, displays no enthusiasm whatsoever. She remains in her booster seat that rests on the stuffed leather bench and has once again become statuesque while fervently sucking her thumb. “Here we go again,” I think.

The first one to visit our table is Minnie. I am hopeful that DD3 will change her attitude because she responded so well to Minnie earlier in the day. I am sure that DD3 remembers how loving Minnie was at that time, and it seems unlikely that DD3 would completely shun such a great friend.

Minnie is received warmly by DD8 and DS6. They envelope her in affectionate hugs and kisses. But Minnie lays eyes on DD3, who is firmly planted in her booster seat and sucking her thumb. She extends her arms to DD3, suggesting that she would like a hug, but DD3 fails to even acknowledge Minnie’s existence. Minnie is crushed by this overt rejection, and shamefully buries her perky face within her enormous, mouse hands. DD3 is still unmoved. I suggest that maybe Minnie could kiss DD3 on the cheek since this was so effective in lifting her spirits previously. Minnie nods to express her cooperation. She leans in close to DD3 for the gentle, friendly expression. But while DD3 may have been tricked out of her crankiness this way before, she is no fool to be tricked this way again.

As Minnie plants her plastic, black nose squarely on DD3’s cheek, DD3’s eyes roll into the back of her head. In a performance worthy of an Oscar nomination for “Best Actress in a Dramatic Role”, DD3 falls out of her booster seat and onto the bench like a grand tree falls to the ground as the lumberjack yells, “Timber!” She then tumbles off of the bench and lands with a great thud underneath our table.

Minnie is horrified to find that she has delivered the kiss of death to my unfortunate child and covers her blushing cheeks with her huge, white-gloved hands. I assure her that she is not responsible for any trauma DD3 has suffered, and release her to greet children who are more deserving of her cheerful presence.

Once DD3 is recovered from the table underworld, she is sternly seated next to me on the bench. I am determined that we will have no more dramatic performances throughout the rest of our meal.

Goofy is now making his way towards our table. “DD3,” I enthusiastically remark, “Goofy is coming next. Look at how silly he is. This will be the only time that we get to meet him. Don’t you think you want to hug him and let Mommy take your picture?” She huffs in annoyance at my suggestion. “No,” she says firmly, “I only want Chip.”

With her position firmly established, DD3 passes up her chance to be silly with the funniest Disney character. Goofy seems slightly disappointed by DD3’s stubborn rejection of him, but he quickly recovers as he moves to the next table.

Dale is not far behind Goofy. He is very animated and friendly. DD8 and DS6 happily receive him while DH films and I snap photos. DD3 is obstinate though. She will not even glance at Dale. He tries to approach her, but she growls a little bit as a warning to him. I inform Dale that he doesn’t need to bother with DD3 because she is anti-social at the moment. He wisely takes my counsel and backs away.

Finally Chip arrives. DD3 immediately snaps out of the doom and gloom that she has been plagued by since our arrival in the tavern. We are all stunned by the instantaneous transformation that Chip has brought upon our cranky girl, but the change is a welcome one. DD3 leaps out of the booth so that she can bury her face in Chip’s soft fur. He welcomes her with open arms and nuzzles the top of her head. Her smile is so grand; she looks as if she has just entered paradise.

After a few more high-fives and games of pat-a-cake, Chip gestures that DD3 should return to her meal that has now arrived. She obediently climbs back into her seat and announces to us, “That was great. Now I am ready to see the others.”

Marshay

01-25-2009, 11:04 PM

wow, Chip was sure a big winner!! Glad DD3 got to see him!

mla1977

01-25-2009, 11:14 PM

Ok, so I am going to post this on the blog, but I thought everyone here might appreciate it. My Disney obsession has even led my to pick up running. Last June I signed up for the Princess Half Marathon with is coming up soon. I will probably be joining Team in Training for the full Marathon next year. I will probably also be doing either Race for the Taste or the ToT 13k in October. Yes, I have found new excuses to travel to WDW, I just need to keep entering more races.

A link to my not-so-frequently updated running blog is below.

NDM#1

01-26-2009, 08:12 AM

joshua4

01-26-2009, 11:38 AM

NDM #1

Glad to see that you are back to the trip report. So, feel free to steal the Tink trick, but for full effect you need to "summon" tink each day by the icon of the park you are in. Say for example, you are in the MK, you need to stand in front of the castle and say magic summoning words. All children, even the 12 year old with an attitude, must say the magic words clearly and loudly, or Tink will not hear you. Of course, you can go with whatever Tink words you think will work. For us it is:

Zippity Zappity Zee

Zippity Zappity Zoom

Tinkerbell, Tinkerbell, come to our room!

This also serves the purpose of having all of the kids gathered in front of the castle for a quick picture AND reminding them that Tink is watching all that they do. I know, we are an odd family. But hey, it works.

Also, as to your DS3, we have another way to deal with bouts of attitude. We all gather around the person in a circle and do the "crazy dance" -- it changes every time, but typically involves a bunch of jumps, spins and gyrations calculated to make the kid in the middle laugh. It also makes the kid with the attitude the center of attention for a couple of minutes. The silliness combined with the extra attention ends the bad mood 9 out of 10 times. Of course, sometimes we actually attract a crowd of people when we do this -- who think we are an attraction or something. Once a woman actually pushed her kid into the circle and we had to do the crazy dance around him (and it worked!). The mom was much appreciative.

In any event -- more trip report!!!

NDM 80

NDM#1

01-26-2009, 12:27 PM

I will absolutely do the full Tinkerbell ceremony. I'm so excited about it, it makes my four months of waiting that much more unbearable.

Your bad attitude circle dance made me almost spit out the water I was drinking. That is hysterical! I'm definitely instituting this on our next trip. Don't be surprised if you find it in this year's trip report. I love it so much, I may even make us do it here at home.:rotfl2:

joshua4

01-26-2009, 12:50 PM

Harder to do at home because we don't usually travel in a big enough group to do it. At disney, it is usually my sister and I and four kids so there are enough of us to make it work. Try it and let me know how it works out for you. You have to make a really big deal when you do it so that the cranky child really feels the full attention of everyone. Like "OH NO, EMERGENCY, EMERGENCY, DD3 is being taken over by the crankies. WE NEED TO HELP HER NOW!!!!" Then everyone makes the circle and one person calls out the dancy directions ("Everyone jump to the right, everyone jump to the left, tushies in, tushies out, etc, etc.). Once the kid in the middle starts to crack a smile, you know you are almost there. After a successful dance, everyone cheers and jumps around. (as onlookers stare at you with very puzzled looks)

You should have seen the look on my daughters face when I thought of doing this the first time at the MK. She was about 4 and we were standing in Adventureland. The other kids had no idea what I was doing, but they followed along. When it worked, a tradition was born. Now that the kids are a bit older, we usually only have to do it once a trip.

NDM 80

NDM#1

01-26-2009, 02:47 PM

NDM#1

01-26-2009, 03:12 PM

HAUNTING THE MANSION

While leaving the tavern, DD8 states that she wants to go to The Haunted Mansion one more time, and she wants to ride in a doom buggy by herself just to prove how fearless she is. I am doubtful about this plan. DD8 may have shown some courage during our last trip through the spooky home, but she was accompanied by her protective father. I am not certain that she can handle the morbid edifice on her own.

As I express my disapproval, DD8 insists that she is up to the task. I reconsider her request since it seems of utmost importance to her. I definitely want DD8 to move in the direction of fearlessness and empowerment. Being my most timid child, she frequently misses out on challenging but fun activities and dampens the exciting mood when she is forced to participate. Giving her opportunities to know the pride of bravery may help her to overcome her cowardly tendencies, making this questionable challenge worthwhile.

However, as I ponder DD8’s request, I envision going through the mansion and my fearless child discovering that she has misjudged herself. It is feasible to assume that about the time we hit the creepy hallway where people plead for help and doorknobs turn frantically as if someone is trying to escape the locked rooms, she will second-guess her self-estimation. I imagine her jumping from her doom buggy in an attempt to either find her parents or a way out of the cultish building. I see the whole ride being stopped as operators search for my traumatized ghostbuster amongst the wedding artifacts in the attic, which is where she attempts to find a hiding place from the murderous bride who has happily decapitated all five of her grooms. Do I really want to risk living this scenario?

Or--I continue to hypothesize--what if the ride is stopped in the graveyard due to technical difficulties? Could she truly withstand being held captive in the burial grounds of countless spirits, some of who spontaneously jump out from behind gravestones? She might emerge from such a horrific experience with all types of neurotic ticks and twitches, betraying the fact that she has been irreversibly, emotionally damaged as a result of her NDM’s poor judgment. At the very least, the trauma could squelch all hope of DD8 ever attempting any show of bravery ever again. I can’t help but feel that maybe this proposed situation is not a good starting block for DD8 to test her fear factors.

DS6 is already shaking in his Lightening McQueen sneakers at the thought of having to endure the mansion one more time. He shows no interest in taking another step in its direction, except for the fact that his big sister (who he usually seeks approval from) is desperate to have another look at it. So if my one child, who usually does not shrink from the chance to showcase his strong and daring nature, is intimidated by this attraction, how could my fearful other possibly come through this emotionally intact?

Suddenly, I am inspired with an idea that may please all parties invested in this controversy. “DD8,” I suggest, “Why don’t you and DS6 go together in a doom buggy? You wouldn’t have Mommy or Daddy. And you could help protect DS6, who is a little frightened. That is very brave!” In my mind, this proposition could work. On most days, DS6 adores DD8 and has been known to seek her company. This companionship helps him feel a like a “very big kid”, so I predict he will be less reluctant to ride if he has the chance to be with DD8 exclusively. Also, it is reasonable to expect DD8 to get caught up in her protective duties; therefore, not focusing so much on the actual, ethereal surroundings.

“No,” she cries, “I want to go by myself. I don’t want anyone else to ride with me.” “Hmmm,” I say as I mentally design some type of middle ground. Then, after a brief consultation with DH, I say, “DS6, do you think you can be brave enough to ride with DD8 in a doom buggy?” DS6 positively responds to my proposition. “Yes,” he says confidently. I emphasize, “She will be the only one in the cart with you. Will it be too scary for you?” “No,” he remarks with a little less certainty. “DD8,” I say firmly, “We will go in The Haunted Mansion again, but you must ride with DS6. If you get through the ride one time with him and you are not afraid by the end of it, then we will go another time and let you ride by yourself.”

DD8 finds this to be an acceptable transition into a courageous, conquering girl. DS6 shudders at the thought of having to go through the mansion two more times, but he holds his tongue in order to share the “big kid” privilege of riding alone with DD8. I attempt to prepare them both by giving reminders that the rest of us will be in the doom buggy right next to theirs and that they can close their eyes at any time to block out scary images as well as lie down on the seat to hide. DD8 does not seem intimidated by the challenge she currently faces, so I hand her some responsibility by instructing her to hug DS6 and allow him to hide his eyes and put his head in her lap if he becomes frightened. She agrees to these motherly duties and takes DS6 by the hand as we approach the daunting gates of the mansion.

I hardly enjoy or appreciate the ride this time through. My mind cannot rest as I mentally prepare myself to respond at a moment’s notice to any crisis that arises. The thoughts absolutely terrify me because while I am able to remain relatively calm within my doom buggy, I am certain I will lose control over important bodily functions if I have to leave it. Nevertheless, I tell myself to be ready to jump from my moving vehicle to retrieve any frightened children that escape or be ready to make a flying leap between the two vehicles if I hear uncontrollable hysterics taking place.

I sit on pins and needles, straining my ears for the slightest sound of unhappiness from the buggy in front of ours. But I hear nothing. Good! They must be Ok. Then it occurs to me that their silence may be an indication of just the opposite. What if they are paralyzed with fear and hunkering down on the floor of their cart while they whimper like little puppies? I start to panic. It seems like an eternity before we make it to the ballroom scene where our carts turn to position us alongside our darlings rather than in back of them. I illegally lean my body outside of my cart to provide an angle for viewing the inside of my children’s vehicle. It is not enough. I cannot see anything.

What if they have already escaped and are in danger? I recall a report from many years back of one teen dying in The Haunted Mansion when he left his vehicle and caused an accident. I voice my concern to DH who assures me that our beautiful children are still within their earthly bodies and buggy of doom. He is certain they have not passed on to the spirit realm, but I am not convinced. There is only one thing left to do. In the middle of the ride I yell out at a volume that would wake any dead that were not already up, “DD8! DS6!” There is no answer. My panic is heightened. With more intensity I yell, “DD8!! DS6!!” “Yes,” they say and poke their little heads from the confinement of the doom buggy. “Is everything alright? Are you scared,” I desperately implore. They cheerfully respond, “We’re fine.” I sheepishly respond, “Ok. I just wanted to check.” With that the two little heads disappear within the blackness of their doom buggy, and I lean back a little embarrassed by my overreaction.

I manage to keep my imagination from getting the best of me throughout the rest of the ride, and we emerge from the dark rooms no worse off than when we entered. Once we are outside DD8 delivers her report of the exhibit without the slightest sign of fearfulness. I am stunned by not only her lack of fright but also her pure enthusiasm for this ride. She has certainly earned the privilege of occupying her own doom buggy.

We exit the mansion just to enter the queque area again. DS6 is consoled by the knowledge that DH will solely guard him throughout the entire attraction. Also, he will have the company of the rest of the family in his doom buggy. This seems to be enough to make him feel that one more time through the dreadful mansion is endurable.

As we repeat the attraction, I find myself replaying all the imaginary, horrific scenarios in my mind. It is very hard to relax, but I somehow contain my impulses to call out to DD8 for a safety check-up. As I fight my irrational compulsions, I realize that this experiment has turned out to be more of a test of my own courage than DD8’s. And I am failing!

At the end of the mansion’s tour, DD8 leaves smiling from ear to ear. Her newfound pride is evident. I congratulate her as I try to recover from the nerve-wracking experience. I feel exhausted by the pent-up anxiety I have harbored through two trips of this spooky place. In my mind, I consider that there must be easier ways to help a little one transition from childhood into a brave, new world. If there isn’t—if all events that promote the inevitable state of independence are as anxiety-ridden as this one--it is probable that I should begin a search for a good therapist who can prescribe strong drugs.

kathymc

01-26-2009, 03:33 PM

Wow - what a hoot - I spent several hours this weekend reading about your trip. You have a great writing style and you are bringing back several emotions and memories from past trips.

I look forward to reading more. Thank you for sharing

NDM#1

01-26-2009, 06:22 PM

NDM#1

01-27-2009, 03:57 PM

A HAPPY ENDING

Feeling the need to avert having nightmares, I suggest that we all pick a more cheerful ride in Fantasyland® to follow my harrowing time in The Haunted Mansion. DH proposes that whatever it is, it should be the last ride of the day. He is really feeling drained by all of our activities and sees a need for adequate rest to prepare for our trip back home tomorrow. The children don’t protest since they seem very tired as well.

As a NDM, I am not accustomed to leaving the park before it closes. However, I remember the epiphany I nearly had earlier in the day. Perhaps the time has finally come to acknowledge that staying in the park solely for the sake of neurosis is not in the best interest of the family. Am I able to do this? I hesitate for a brief moment as I try to conjure a reason to delay our exit, but I am unable to do so. We have covered every square inch of the Magic Kingdom® and even repeated some of it. Everything we could have wished for in a trip has come to pass. To insist that there is more to desire would be beyond neurotic—it would be crazy.

The simple truth is that it is time to retract (or at least amend) the final tenet of The Sacred Seven that states: Thou shalt not exit the park until forced. As impossible as it previously seemed, I now understand that there are instances when an early departure may be preferred. And now that I have the comfort of knowing my family will return every year, I feel I can relinquish some of my rituals and trust that my family’s Disney heritage will still be passed on effectively.

Without reluctance, I agree to DH’s suggested plan and prepare for our last ride of the trip. The entire family agrees that Cinderella’s Golden Carousel is the ideal attraction to end our wonderful day. There is little wait for it. It is possibly the most romantic and cheerful exhibit in all of the Magic Kingdom®, and everyone can ride it. So when we are admitted, we hurriedly select our steeds and begin our fanciful rotations around the musical core. As the wind blows my sweat-plastered and knotted hair, I hear the fantastic giggles of my small equestrians. I relish every second and remember that it is unforgettable moments like these that make Walt Disney World® a beautiful place.

Backstage_Gal

01-27-2009, 04:47 PM

Thank you for your wonderful stories. You are a great writer.

NDM#1

01-27-2009, 04:52 PM

Thank you for your wonderful stories. You are a great writer.

Don't be fooled, there is still more!:coffee:

addictedtothemouse

01-27-2009, 04:55 PM

At the end of the mansion’s tour, DD8 leaves smiling from ear to ear. Her newfound pride is evident. I congratulate her as I try to recover from the nerve-wracking experience. I feel exhausted by the pent-up anxiety I have harbored through two trips of this spooky place. In my mind, I consider that there must be easier ways to help a little one transition from childhood into a brave, new world. If there isn’t—if all events that promote the inevitable state of independence are as anxiety-ridden as this one--it is probable that I should begin a search for a good therapist who can prescribe strong drugs.Just look for the therapist...just saying:rolleyes1

NDM#1

01-28-2009, 08:24 AM

Just look for the therapist...just saying:rolleyes1

Noted!:scratchin

chrisw127

01-28-2009, 01:18 PM

Hi. Love your TR.

Sign me up as a NDM. I'm definitely there.

NDM#1

01-28-2009, 02:56 PM

Hi. Love your TR.

Sign me up as a NDM. I'm definitely there.

Hey, Chris! I would love to sign you up as a NDM. Just shoot me an e-mail at ndm1@ thedisneydrivenlife.com . Send me your first name, last initial and home state as well as a reminder of the title you want (NDM in your case). I'll officially "christen" you in my reply and you can find your name on the roster (Stand Up and Be Counted) here: http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/ (http://thedisneydrivenlife.com/) I'll be looking for your e-mail!

NDM#1

01-28-2009, 02:59 PM

REFRAMING THE BIG PICTURE

When our turn around the carousel is over and we carefully dismount, it is time to go. We all hold hands and move toward the exit on Main Street, U.S.A.® with a deep sense of contentment and peace.

It is a bittersweet and almost surreal feeling to walk this path voluntarily. I am so accustomed to being pushed down it by a dense, packed-sardine-style crowd that is making its mass exodus. In a way, I miss the sense of solidarity that hangs heavy over a large group that has shared the same struggle of surviving a long day and is now being removed due to the arbitrary practice of closing the park by a particular hour. It seems odd to pass the brightly lit shops and heavenly smells on the way out without crying babies all around and the balloons of a person, who stands directly in front of me, smacking me in the face. And it is definitely foreign to have enough open space around me as I walk so that I can see the ground and avoid awkwardly stepping on a trolley track and twisting my ankle.

Yet at the same time, I have a new sense of pride as I leave on my own accord. It is unexpected, but there is a great amount of dignity in admitting that your time in the park has come to an end before cast members begin rejecting your entry in the lines of their closed attractions. And there is certainly less stress in catching your mode of transportation since hour-long waits have not yet formed in the boat docks, bus stops, and tram and monorail depots.

I feel my eyes are opened a little more with every step toward our exit. Apparently, Disney can be enjoyed in more ways than The Sacred Seven indicate. A “perfect” Disney vacation takes a different shape for different families in different stages, and room needs to be left for these different “walks of life” as well as the evolution of one’s own “walk in life”. For example, it has become apparent that even in this single vacation, our family’s membership in the Disney Vacation Club has already begun to subtly change the way that we operate. It is relieving to understand that it is Ok to allow these changes to take place . . . even embrace them.

I hold tightly to the new treasure of these truths as we board the red flag-flying boat that takes us back to The Villas at Disney’s Wilderness Lodge. We are on our way back to relax a little in the comfort of our villa before turning in for a full night’s rest. The extra hours of sleep will be needed for the emotionally difficult day that looms before us, the day of departure from our cherished Walt Disney World®.

PinkPrincessZ

01-28-2009, 07:02 PM

Wonderful trip report! I hope you continue to chronicle your upcoming adventures with your family. :goodvibes

kafitty

01-28-2009, 09:40 PM

i really enjoy your writing style, and i look forward to reading more! :goodvibes

NDM#1

01-29-2009, 05:41 AM

DAY 8
WONDERING ABOUT THE WILDERNESS LODGE

With a great jolt, I sit up straight in bed. As I gasp for breath, I look at the clock. It is 4:30 am. I begin to panic and let out a great whine, “Oh no! I can’t believe it!” DH startles at my actions, “What?! What is it?” “I can’t believe it,” I say nearly in tears, “I missed it.” DH continues to probe, “What did you miss?” I wail, “The Wonders of the Wilderness Lodge Tour! I just can’t believe it! It was one of the things I was most looking forward to doing. I was planning on doing it the morning my mom came, but I forgot until just this moment. Now I have lost my chance since we are leaving today. And we won’t be back at this resort for years because we will stay at all the other Disney Vacation Club resorts before we return to this one.”

I flop down on my extremely puffy pillow, pouting like a little girl who was just denied tea and cake at her unbirthday party. The tour had looked so intriguing when I read about it in the Disney forums. It promised to deliver a unique history of all the lodge particulars. This was my chance to find out the inspirational stories behind this magnificent building, and it slipped through my fingers almost unnoticed. Life is so unfair sometimes. How could this have happened?

“Well, when is the tour,” DH continues with his investigation. I moan with all the doom and gloom I can muster, “It is at 9:00am Wedenesday through Friday. Wednesday was the day I was supposed to go. Thursday we went to the Magic Kingdom®. And today, we will be too busy getting packed up and checking out. I can’t believe it! How could I have forgotten it? Did we sleep in that morning?” DH confirms that we did sleep in on Wednesday morning, which is the reason the tour must have slipped my mind. I moan again as I realize that letting my NDM guard down and relaxing on my vacation has deprived me of one of the primary events I had been hoping to attend. In the future I will have to be more careful about releasing my NDM ways to indulge in this new notion of “relaxing” on vacation. There certainly is no point in “relaxing” if you miss all the fun.

I huff and puff a bit, and then I bury my head in my abundant pillow to muffle the scream of frustration that I am compelled to let out. I know that I must let this go, but how can our “perfect” vacation recover from this gross oversight?

Rubbing my back in sympathy, DH says, “Well, why don’t you go this morning? If you get up a little early to help with packing the suitcases, I will feed the kids and clean and pack the kitchen.” My heart takes an unexpected leap. What a romantic gesture! “Really? Do you mean that,” I ask with great expectation. “Sure,” he states, “We’ve eaten most of the food we brought, so packing up the kitchen won’t be as difficult as it was from home. How long does the tour last?” I express uncertainty but relay that I doubt it will be more than an hour. “Well, then you will still be back an hour before we have to leave. That should be enough time to make sure we’ve got everything taken care of before they pick up our bags,” he lovingly rationalizes.

A grand smile overtakes my face. DH’s ability to understand the uncommon needs of a NDM certainly takes me by surprise. What an incredible show of sensitivity on his part! He is absolved of any Disney sins that he has previously committed, and he is granted the status of Disney saint for the rest of the day. I give him a tender kiss on his precious cheek and snuggle back into the comfort of my bed for another hour and a half.

When the clock reads 6:00 am, I get out of bed and start to prepare for the day. After making myself presentable, I lay clothes out for all my sleepy heads and pack up their suitcases. I then gather all of the souvenirs we have accumulated and make sure they are carefully packaged as well. Slowly a mountain of suitcases, boxes, and bags grows near the entrance of our villa.

Once everyone awakens, I get to work on a more thorough routine of departure preparation. Children dressed and groomed? Check! Beds stripped? Check! Dirty towels and linens put in laundry basket? Check! Extra blankets folded? Check! Kids toys and special stuffed animals located, gathered and ready for transportation? Check!

It isn’t long before the nine o’-clock hour rolls around. I hurry out the door and rush to the lobby. I don’t want to risk being left behind on the tour because NDMs simply love Disney history. We feed on it like plants absorbing water from the soil. It is a form of sustenance for us. The tales about the people and events that helped form the present Disney come together to form a compelling story of drama, suspense, comedy, tragedy, action and romance. It is a feast for the NDM mind, and I am hungry!

I arrive in the lobby, but fail to see a group. Have I missed the tour in spite of my great effort to make it on time? I inquire at the Concierge Desk. They inform me that the group is standing by the huge supporting pillar right behind me. Odd! I certainly had not seen a group when I arrived three seconds ago. I turn to take a second look, but I still don’t see a group. I question at the Concierge Desk once again. They tell me more specifically to fix my gaze upon a middle-aged couple casually standing near the pillar. I remark, “Just them?” They nod, so I make my way over to the designated tour spot.

I am a little surprised by the tiny number of attendants. Apparently, this is not a widely popular tour. I reason that not everyone can be expected to show such a passionate hunger for Disney history. This level of interest is almost always reserved for the more devout Disney fans such as the unique breed of NDMs.

Park Ranger Stan, an elderly man who is our tour guide, approaches our group with his protégé. He introduces his trainee and himself with an adorable smile that makes me wish I could pinch his cheek. He gives a brief explanation of his own long-standing history of working for Walt Disney World®, and I am completely taken in. I love hearing about how Disney has affected the lives of others and how other lives have affected Disney, and Park Ranger Stan shares his memories with great affection. This tour is off to a great start.

But then Park Ranger Stan begins a long monologue about the materials that compose the lodge. We stand in this single spot for about fifteen minutes, listening to in-depth descriptions about types of wood, concrete and stone as Park Ranger Stan points his red, power-point pen at various features in the lobby.

While I have a healthy appreciation for construction materials, the amount of concrete needed to form the walkways is not exactly what I came to hear about. I tell myself to be patient. Surely, once we start moving Park Ranger Stan will switch from these cold-hard construction statistics to inspiring tales that took place within different areas of this beautiful and magical setting. I can tell by his endearing nature that this man is connected to many lives here, and I am certain he has more stories to tell than time will allow.

Eventually the middle-aged woman in our group asks if we will be moving from the spot we have been standing in for about twenty minutes. Park Ranger Stan explains that the tour begins, remains and ends in this single spot. He states that his power-point pen makes moving unnecessary since we can visually follow the red dot around the room.

I am confused. It seems like the historic tales we will soon hear would be more powerful if we travel to the places in which they occurred. But I tell myself not to be so demanding. The important part is not standing in various locations. The important part is simply learning the legacies.

But Park Ranger Stan just continues to talk about square footage and sand bags. We are occasionally blessed with a passing remark about Native Americans visiting the construction site to approve Disney’s efforts of authenticity, but—in general—the topic remains strictly architectural with little said about humanity. I feel myself get a bit antsy.

After another ten minutes, Park Ranger Stan asks with finality, “Does anyone have questions?” I am left a little alarmed that his tone indicates we are at the end of this tour, and I have yet to hear one bonafide, historical tale about a specific event, person or token of humanity other than our dear park ranger’s introductory resume.

I quickly raise my hand. “Could you tell us about any interesting people or events that are in the lodge’s history,” I sweetly implore. “Hmmm. Could you give me an example of what you are looking for,” he probes. I respond, “Well, things like . . . have any famous people stayed here? What happened when they did? Was the building packed with onlookers? Has anyone died here? Has anyone been born here? Have any horrific curses been cast on this place? What about blessings? Were there any terrific obstacles that needed to be overcome and ultimately ended up in the triumphant completion of the building? Oh! I know! Are there any Wilderness spirits that haunt the lodge on occasion? Or are there any legendary cast members who have greatly contributed in some way to the betterment of this place?”

Park Ranger Stan looks a little stunned by my sudden, verbal explosion. “Well, I guess I don’t rightly know of anything like that off the top of my head,” he admits. “What about romantic tales? Do you have any specific memories about weddings that have taken place here,” I plead. He shakes his head and says, “Not exactly. I can tell you, though, that weddings in the lodge take place on that upper balcony. Most of the bride’s here are Asian. Apparently, it is less expensive for an Asian bride to have a grand affair here in Walt Disney World® than it is to have a smaller affair in their own country.” I consider this tid-bit more interesting than the other stuff he has told us so far, but when I inquire about more specifics, he has none to give.

In an attempt to jump start his memory, I feed him the beginnings of a story that I have already heard. I rationalize that though I know the basics of this tale, he may be able to fill in details with a more personal touch. At this point, I am desperate to hear a story even if I already know it. “Can you tell us the story of the man who worked here and began the tradition of rubbing Humphrey’s nose,” I ask. “I’d be happy to do that if I knew the story,” he replies. I suggest, “Oh, I am sure you know this. There was a man who used to work here. You must have known him. He would rub Humphrey’s nose. But he is now dead. Does that sound familiar?” “No,” he says with a terrific smile, “but I am really interested to hear about it. Why don’t you tell the group about it?”

I am a little embarrassed to be suddenly thrust into the role of tour guide, but this tour is begging for stories that aren’t about brick and mortar. I feel obliged to share what I know with the other two people who made the effort to come to this tour (possibly with misaligned expectations as I did). “Well, I am a member on the Disboards, which is an online community. If you have a question about Disney, these people will have the answer for you within 5 minutes flat. Anyway, on that board, this story is Disney’s Wilderness Lodge 101. There was a cast member, someone they called ‘A Wilderness Vet,’ and he really loved his job here. He apparently started the tradition of rubbing Humphrey’s nose. Humphrey is the bear on the bottom of the totem pole near the mercantile shop. Park Ranger Stan, do you mind shining your power-point dot on Humphrey for us,” I request. Park Ranger Stan is happy to assist my presentation and directs our attention to Humphrey with his pen. I continue, “Well, he told everyone that when they visited Disney’s Wilderness Lodge, if they would rub Humphrey’s nose at the start of their vacation, it would make their magical vacation dreams come true. He has died since then, but people still seek out Humphrey every time they visit to carry on this tradition. My kids and I did this when we first arrived earlier this week, and it was a lot of fun for us. As you can see, the paint on Humphrey’s nose has been worn off. This is because of all of the rubbing, so this cast member’s legacy lives on at the nose of this adorable bear.”

My story is met with unexpressive nods from the inattentive couple. Apparently, brick and mortar statistics actually were all they came to hear about. But Park Ranger Stan looks as if he could not be more pleased with my tale. He remarks, “That was wonderful! Maybe you should learn to give the tour. I never realized that Humphrey’s paint had been rubbed off, but you are right. Isn’t that amazing!”

Due to Park Ranger Stan’s reaction, I feel proud of my contribution. Maybe the mystical cast member’s legend will expand if Park Ranger Stan decides to add the tale to his tour.

Suddenly, Park Ranger Stan’s face brightens. “I have a story for you that I think you will like,” he offers, “But we will have to go to the floor where the weddings take place. Does everyone have enough time to do this? Our tour is actually over now, so you may leave if you need to.” Everyone agrees to stay, however, and he leads us to the higher level.

Once we are there, he has us look over the railing for a bird’s eye view of the lobby floor. In a secretive tone he relays that he doesn’t always give this information out because some consider it to be offensive to their religion or to their lack of religion. With that disclaimer, I am hooked. I know this is going to be good.

He then explains that the Native American tale of Creation is told in the layout of the wood planks on the floor. So with his pointer pen in hand, Park Ranger Stan begins the elaborate Creation story from the perspective of Native Americans. With each story detail he traces the floor with his floating red dot to illustrate the hidden symbolism. Park Ranger Stan becomes more engrossed in the legend with each word, and I can see his enthusiasm and pride in the lodge growing as his story progresses. He continues until the end and delivers an excellent and informative report that certainly speaks of the lodge’s architectural history as well as the theology that is the backdrop for it. And by the time he finishes this climatic presentation, I am full to the brim with satisfaction. This is the type of thing that I had hoped to learn about. It was long in coming, but Park Ranger Stan did not let me down.

As we conclude our time together, Park Ranger Stan asks again, “Does anyone have more questions?” I raise my hand again. He looks at me quizzically, waiting for me to respond. I carefully inquire, “Are you able to show us any of the Hidden Mickeys of the lodge?” Park Ranger Stan flashes me his winning smile but says, “You have stumped me again.” Rats! “Well,” I think to myself, “no one could blame me for trying.”

linmc1129

01-29-2009, 01:11 PM

Just stumbled upon your trip report. It is told beautifully. You should work on getting that book published. I will have to check out your website, because I am, at times, considered a NDM. Thanks for sharing your trip with us.

NDM#1

01-30-2009, 10:11 AM

Wonderful trip report! I hope you continue to chronicle your upcoming adventures with your family. :goodvibes

I have started to do so on my blog: http://www.waltdisneyboards.com/forums.php (http://www.waltdisneyboards.com/forums.php)

I hope you hop over there. I am working on some very exciting plans for it. You'll be in for some fun if you decide to come along for the ride.:goodvibes

NDM#1

01-30-2009, 12:58 PM

i really enjoy your writing style, and i look forward to reading more! :goodvibes

I hope you'll join me on my blog then. I only have one last installment, then--sadly--this report will come to an end. :sad: But I would love to stay in touch with everyone through my blog, email and facebook (I'm J.L. Knopp and/or search "the Disney Driven Life" for that facebook page).

NDM#1

02-01-2009, 05:50 PM

PASSING THE TORCH

I return to my villa feeling thankful for my encounter with Park Ranger Stan. But as I open the door and see the condition of our room, I am brought back to the reality that my dreamy week is coming to a close.

DH has done a good job feeding the kids and packing up the kitchen. I see that there is little left to be done, and I am grateful that I don’t have to spend my last moments here in a frenzy as I try to meet our check-out deadline.

A phone call is made to bell services, and shortly thereafter some cheerful park rangers arrive with a shiny cart to transport our luggage to the minivan. They look a lot happier than our family does. I personally am a little deflated as I watch our belongings be removed from our magical villa. It marks the definite end of our wilderness occupation. To watch the progression of our eviction is almost more than I can take.

The villa has been more than a temporary room for us. It truly has come to feel like our “home away from home” even though we have only been here a few days. I attribute this to the fact that these few days have been packed with more unforgettable memories than we have possibly made in the last six months. Every day has been “family day”. Every day has been an adventure. We have taken an incredible journey together while we were here, and we have been rewarded at every turn.

I send the kids on with DH to follow our luggage and get strapped into the van for our trip. After they exit, I have one final look through the villa. I always do this to look for any items that were accidentally overlooked in our packing. This time, though, I also do it to try to fix the memory of this precious place firmly in my mind. Once I have glanced over each room for the last time, I know that I can’t delay any more. It is time to go, so I walk out of the entrance to our villa and reluctantly shut the door behind me.

As I rejoin my family under the grand porte-cochere where the van is temporarily parked and being loaded, I find my children already affixed to their designated, travel spots. I peer into the van from the open sliding panel to assess the situation. DD3 is fervently sucking her thumb again to ease the stress of this traumatic departure. DS6 is clutching his favorite stuffed animal for emotional support, and DD8 is staring at the entrance to the grand lobby we entered for the first time only six days ago.

“DD8,” I ask, “What are you thinking about?” My voice pulls her from her deep thoughts, and she looks at me with sorrowful eyes. “Mom,” she cries as big teardrops run down her cheeks, “I just can’t bear it! Why do we have to leave? This place is so beautiful. It is so wonderful! We have had such a good time. I can’t stand it that we are leaving! I wish we could always live here.” My heart aches for her because I am all too familiar with this sentiment. However, in the midst of her sobbing I see something incredibly beautiful. I see that the seeds of Disney passion that I have been so diligent to sow over the span of her life have come to bloom. I begin to shed tears, too, as I acknowledge that my life’s purpose as a NDM is coming to pass.

The car is finally loaded. DH thanks the park rangers that helped us with this arduous task and tips them generously. I climb into the passenger seat. DH takes to the driver’s side, and we both slam our doors in a way that only emphasizes the closure of our fantastic vacation.

As we pull out of the lodge parking lot, I ponder all the developments that took place during this short week. As a whole unit and as individuals, our family experienced incredible moments that brought about change and impacted us. DH is the first to come to my mind. He made extraordinary leaps in his personal Disney journey. There were moments when he displayed enthusiasm for Disney that I once thought were beyond his scope. I note that this is a true testament to the influence of a NDM and pixie dust power.

I consider that this same power was also exhibited in DD3. Being immersed in authentic Magic Kingdom® culture for the first time, this trip was the beginning of a fanatical Disney process that should continue throughout her years. Significant investments were—undoubtedly--made in her little life this week, and I fully expect to see great returns on that investment as I continue to nurture her fledgling obsession.

My meditative thoughts then turn to DS6. This past trip he made significant strides of his own. Although this was not his first time in Walt Disney World®, the addition of years to his life seemed to help him put all of his Disney knowledge into it’s proper context this time. It was a treasure to see him grasp Disney lore as well as participate in Disney events and make them his own! I cannot deny that these are critical steps that will one day lead him to a love of Disney that is independent of me but at the same time will serve as a strong reference to his identity as the son of a NDM.

Neither can I overlook the blatant progress in DD8’s life during the past week. It is obvious to me that being at Walt Disney World® somehow motivated her to leave behind a few cowardly inclinations and step into a braver temperment. But most importantly, I clearly see that her neurotic Disney personhood has reached maturation. She is the evidence that all my work as a NDM has not been in vain. The torch has been passed. A rich heritage of Disney neuroticism has effectively been transferred to the next generation.

These have all been amazing developments for our family. But in my internal analysis of this trip, I suppose the most dynamic transition of the week has been my own. Somehow within the course of our week in Walt Disney World® I have come to understand the true purpose of The Sacred Seven. It is obvious now that they are meant to function as guidelines rather than commandments. Their purpose is to ultimately position Disney in such a way that it enhances family relationships not to enslave a family so that it enhances Disney. This revelation has subtly become apparent and abruptly blind-sided me all at the same time. I am curious to see how I accommodate this new idea as our family prepares for our return to Walt Disney World® in a whole new chapter of our neurotic Disney story.

I consider that in the next year, there is so much to look forward to in the growth of our NDM family. The possibilities fill my mind, and I feel the excitement rise up within me. Somehow these notions make our departure a little less painful. “Good-bye, Disney,” I yell as I lean out my window and wave at the world around me. Then with the flair of a true mouseketeer I add, “See you real soon!”