The last time we were at Disney World was in October of 2011. Ryder was born in March. Do the math, and you'll find out that Bambi was 17 weeks pregnant during that visit. And according to her doctor (and numerous signs all over the resort) a lot of stuff was off limits.
Dole Whips:
OK.
Big Thunder Mountain Rail Road:
No No.
Gorging Yourself at Ohana:
OK
Still haven't done this.
Rockin' Roller Coaster:
Did you really just ask that?
I pass it up, pregnant or not.
it's a small world:
I don't care how much you beg and plead - I'm not going to give you a doctor's excuse to not ride this because you think the music will upset the baby.
Gee, I wish my doctor would have told me that. I wonder if she'll give me an excuse note for our trip next month? 
Splash Mountain:
Again, a big No No.
I wasn't even pregnant and couldn't go on it in September because it was broken down....again!
So, during that visit, I had to take the kids on all of the rides that Bambi was prohibited from doing. But I did it with the promise that on our next visit, I would find a nice shady spot with Ryder while she took the kids.
Well, the time had come and I dutifully hung out with Ryder in the Splash Mountain gift shop while Bambi took the older kids on the ride. And how did Madison feel about me not being on the ride?
And the Academy Award goes to.....
Just kidding she was absolutely fine with it.
She's good; no, she's very good (beware Daddy when those boys start coming around
The Briar Patch store was pretty crowded, but I was able to snag a seat when it was lunch time. Or dinner time. Or whatever meal Ryder calls it when he gets hungry at 4 in the afternoon. Early Bird Special at Dennys?
It's called snack time!
Round about this time, we decided we needed to take a little spin around the park, so we climbed up to the Frontierland Station to wait for the next Iron Horse.
Good Lord, what are you doing to your daughter? 
We must have just missed one, because we had about a 10 minute wait or so. I plopped Ryder up on a garbage can or guard rail or something so he could get a good look around. He heard the train coming, and as soon as he saw that brightly colored locomotive emerge from the tunnel, his eyes got as big a saucers. So I guess that thing with little boys and trains starts pretty much at birth, huh?
Yep, just like farting.
Despite being a pretty full train already, we found an empty bench and hopped on.
Nice picture.
It was a nice, relaxing ride around the park. Except that the conductor had to keep coming on the PA to remind everyone on the right side of the train to not to put our feet down on the lower step, even having to go to finally start mentioning specifically the person in the 3rd car, 5th row back. Sheesh buddy, take a hint. (And no, it wasn't me)
That's as bad as the morons who stop in the middle of the row. Except in this case, if the person's foot got cut off, they'd be suing Disney in a heartbeat.
We pulled into the new Carolwood Park station, but didn't get off. We continued right on past the Main Street, USA stop and finally arrived back at the Frontierland. We heeded the conductor's warning to not stand up until the train and the station were going the exact same speed, then climbed down.
We made our way around into Fantasyland where the kids wanted to see Mickey's Philharmagic. Ryder of course wouldn't get much out of it, but we brought him into line with us anyway. He then made it clear that he had other plans. Not by screaming or crying or anything. No, it was much more subtle. But as soon as you smelled it, you knew immediately that no matter how hard they push out the Apple Pie smell in the movie, you wouldn't be able to smell anything but him. Bambi, not being as big a fan of the show as I was, volunteered to sit this one out and clean him up while I took the other kids. I'm sure I protested and offered to take him as the kids and I were sprinting into the pre-show area.
Oh, I'm sure you were more than willing to take care of Ryder's little predicament...NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After the show, we met up and Bambi and a very happy little Ryder and crossed the path to the carousel where grandma & grandpa bravely volunteered to take Ryder on his first ride.
Love this...so sweet.
The verdict? He loved it. Music, spinning and going up and down are 3 of his favorite things.
As Mark asked in his post, I think Daddy should take him on it and let Ryder spin him until he pukes!
So I hopped in, buckled us up and said my little prayer. See Evan's grin? He takes my prayers as a personal challenge.
Oh yes...that is definitely what Evan is thinking...I know, I've met the little tyke!
We finished our hot lap, then high tailed it over the Plaza Restaurant for our dinner ressie. We've never eaten here before and I've heard mixed reviews. So naturally, we decided to try it for ourselves and see what all the fuss (or disdain) was all about.
I usually don't do a lot of food pictures, but Madison's turkey sandwich was too cute to pass up.
That is just too cute.
And so was my Sundae.
Love their sundaes. They also have the best french fries in all of Disney.
In case you are either a) My Mother or b) a concerned bystander wondering if I had something else to eat besides that ice cream, yes, I did. I believe I had the Reuben. And it was good. Everyone enjoyed the food, but the restaurant, despite being only 1/2 to 3/4 full, was pretty loud due to all of the tile and hard surfaces. It looked very nice, but it echoed all of the noise.
Mark loves their reuben sandwich.
So, how do you get the most out of a visit to the Plaza? Mind your manners - don't talk too loud so you don't disturb the folks around you. And when you finish dipping your cookies, always stick your pinkie up when slurping down the rest of the milk.
We love the Plaza, as you know (it is our last meal of our trip). But it can be VERY loud in there...especially when the Mayor's wife pops in. 
By the time we finished eating, we were all pretty beat from the long day. Everyone joined hands and strolled down Main Street, stopping to photobomb this poor couple's Photopass picture.
Nice! 
A quick turn to say "See Ya Real Soon" to Cindy's place and we headed back to the bus stop.
We arrived back at the Boardwalk, found our room and used the new RFID encoded key to tap the lock and open the door. We tossed everyone into pajamas and hit the sack.
Up Next: The Return of the Canadians and a Great Disturbance in the Force
