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- Joined
- Oct 27, 2005
Day Two (Nov 2):
I pull the Starbucks coffee and filters out of my luggage and my husbands face lights up I love getting extra brownie points before breakfast! Unfortunately, I use them up by the end of the day. =( Anyhow, even though coffee is available downstairs, the first cup of the day before getting dressed is always the best. In addition, our familys practice is to only watch videos right before bed, so my daughter was absolutely delighted at the option of watching the Disney Channel in the mornings. While it helped get her to wake up before noon, it made it a little more difficult to get her dressed and out of the room. And she developed a passion for both Spiderman and The Tick while we were there. After a bit of Jo Jos circus, we smeared some sunscreen on her pale Northeastern body and met the rents.
Mousekeeping left them a little girl made out of towels the day before. It was really adorable, with a hair ribbon made out of a trash bag. I was still waiting for my mouse of washcloths. Hubby and the rents got more coffee and we all headed to the Magic Kingdom. Bus ride from BC was super quick. It was overcast with a threat of rain all day. Perfect!! Attendance was really low in the park and we walked onto everything. Well, almost everything. That annoyingly slow loading and extremely short Dumbo ride always takes an unfair chunk of time. So, Dumbo, the Carousel and, because I didnt block it from view fast enough, those awful tea cups (hubby turned green, K wanted to immediately go again!). Then Its a Small World (someone please tell me what the renovations were it looked cleaned up, but I was hoping the Worlds longest and most tortuous ride would have been updated to be tolerable if not enjoyable ha!) where my FIL nearly lost his mind. Hes a therapist and he teaches this tapping sequence thing for ridding one of obsessive thoughts. So we get out of the ride and he starts whacking himself all over his temples, chest, arms until a CM asks us if hes okay. Who, him? Never seen him before.
To our lunch reservations at Cinderellas Castle, where we met Cindy in the Foyer. My daughter was in front of the line and one of those super pushy mothers shoved her kid out to Cindy first. The first three of her photos included my daughter because the CMs thought the two kids were together. Hope she brought enough film! Then upstairs to meet the rest of the Princess gang, which oddly enough, included Mary Poppins. I mean, shes neat and all and can wield a mean umbrella. Wait a minute, Wendys not a princess either! Okay, now Im confused about what this lunch is all about, but too late to worry about it as here comes Mary Poppins. My FIL loves that movie, so he posed with her, and then my daughter was more enthused by meeting Wendy than I expected, and knocked her over. I have photos of her sitting in Wendys lap. When K met Snow White, she displayed her empathy by ensuring her that I, too, have an evil step-mother. Great, now that we all know each other . . . .
K and I walk outside and allow the other adults to finish their lunch. Ks cold again, so we walk into Tinks Treasures (or some such) and spend $40 for a sweatshirt! So I buy it like 3 sizes too big and tell her I expect to see it on her body when she graduates college. She doesnt hear me because shes too busy begging for this $5 music box that is about the size of a large pack of gum, with a handle on the side to play tinny, unrecognizable music. K is not alone in begging for this particular Disney genius and I almost get it for her stocking stuffer before I find my port-o-spine in my backpack and withstand the onslaught of its not fair!!! finishing the sentence in my head with that you wont buy me this piece of junk that I will forget about before we get to the next water fountain.
After we rendezvous with the remaining adults (tip here: dont say out front when you meet people outside of Cindys, as they opened up the gate under the Castle while we were eating and to some members of our party, out front became the front of the actual Castle), we tried the Philharmagic which was really well done, with great 3D and realistic smells. Unfortunately, it was so incredibly loud that my FIL, who is going deaf, put his hands over his ears, and my daughter had to leave the show. Why, oh, why does Disney feel the need to leave us with our ears ringing? We head to the Haunted Mansion, which once again stopped my daughter at the elevator. She really wants to do it, but the intensity of the omnipresent narrator is just too much. So we looked at the cemetery and waited for the rest of the party. There is a nod to the demise of Mr. Toads Wild Ride in the cemetery, which I found a bit touching. Not that I had a hard time saying goodbye to the ride itself, which gave me mild whiplash each time I rode it, but it was a fun childhood memory of Disneyland.
We all head to the Tomorrowland Speedway, watched K wildly steer her vehicle and ignored the signs at the end that said no bumping the car ahead of you. Well, except for my FIL who was behind a stranger. The impulse when you drive up at the end to give just a little extra burst of speed, specially behind ones husband, is just too much to resist. Call me weak.
I take my FIL on Space Mountain, where we practically run up the ramp to get in line which was the actual 3 person line right at the loading platform. Wow, the lines are so short that we have enough time to hit a few other rides, and then make the mistake of taking K to Buzz Lightyear. My memory from 6 years ago is of shooting cartoon aliens. I forgot that the lights and movement and surround sound might be a bit too much for a 4 year old. She cowered against my husband for the entire trip, hiding her eyes. At least it wasnt as bad as a year ago when I took her to Its tough to be a bug and she cried for ten minutes, even though we left in the middle of the show. I really am a good parent, I am. Anyhow, MIL gets like 150,000 on the ride, while I get about 10,000. Everyone mocks me until I remind them that nobody else has the vacation itinerary.
At the end of the day, I make it up to K by introducing her to Splash Mountain, where we created a monster. We could barely pull her away for dinner and now she has two favorite Disney songs Its a Small World (tap tap tap) and Zippity Doo Dah. Allrighty-then. The rents were a bit concerned about the money we were spending on food, so we wandered around looking for a decent counter service, while I got a bit petulant after the 4th place which was either already closed or had unappetizing options (thus using up my bonus brownie points) Before the trip (which I planned mostly by myself as self-appointed head planner and trip specialist) I made the offer to eat somewhere other than sit down restaurants for dinner, but, gosh I didnt think theyd take me up on it! And especially not last minute, which I just loathe, especially at Disney. We ended up eating pizza at the Boardwalk, which cost us $50 for just the three of us anyhow, so I wasnt sure it was worth wandering around Disney tired and hungry and increasingly irritable. In my own defense, it was my one less than angelic moment during the trip, easily forgivable. I felt better after a sangria. I felt even better after another Boardwalk patron encouraged the mobile piano player to play Its a Small World for us, as he noticed how much my FIL was enjoying Ks rendition.
We return to our room to find our turn-down service has arranged Ks stuffed animals and given us chocolates. Yay! But wheres my flippin mouse?
I pull the Starbucks coffee and filters out of my luggage and my husbands face lights up I love getting extra brownie points before breakfast! Unfortunately, I use them up by the end of the day. =( Anyhow, even though coffee is available downstairs, the first cup of the day before getting dressed is always the best. In addition, our familys practice is to only watch videos right before bed, so my daughter was absolutely delighted at the option of watching the Disney Channel in the mornings. While it helped get her to wake up before noon, it made it a little more difficult to get her dressed and out of the room. And she developed a passion for both Spiderman and The Tick while we were there. After a bit of Jo Jos circus, we smeared some sunscreen on her pale Northeastern body and met the rents.
Mousekeeping left them a little girl made out of towels the day before. It was really adorable, with a hair ribbon made out of a trash bag. I was still waiting for my mouse of washcloths. Hubby and the rents got more coffee and we all headed to the Magic Kingdom. Bus ride from BC was super quick. It was overcast with a threat of rain all day. Perfect!! Attendance was really low in the park and we walked onto everything. Well, almost everything. That annoyingly slow loading and extremely short Dumbo ride always takes an unfair chunk of time. So, Dumbo, the Carousel and, because I didnt block it from view fast enough, those awful tea cups (hubby turned green, K wanted to immediately go again!). Then Its a Small World (someone please tell me what the renovations were it looked cleaned up, but I was hoping the Worlds longest and most tortuous ride would have been updated to be tolerable if not enjoyable ha!) where my FIL nearly lost his mind. Hes a therapist and he teaches this tapping sequence thing for ridding one of obsessive thoughts. So we get out of the ride and he starts whacking himself all over his temples, chest, arms until a CM asks us if hes okay. Who, him? Never seen him before.
To our lunch reservations at Cinderellas Castle, where we met Cindy in the Foyer. My daughter was in front of the line and one of those super pushy mothers shoved her kid out to Cindy first. The first three of her photos included my daughter because the CMs thought the two kids were together. Hope she brought enough film! Then upstairs to meet the rest of the Princess gang, which oddly enough, included Mary Poppins. I mean, shes neat and all and can wield a mean umbrella. Wait a minute, Wendys not a princess either! Okay, now Im confused about what this lunch is all about, but too late to worry about it as here comes Mary Poppins. My FIL loves that movie, so he posed with her, and then my daughter was more enthused by meeting Wendy than I expected, and knocked her over. I have photos of her sitting in Wendys lap. When K met Snow White, she displayed her empathy by ensuring her that I, too, have an evil step-mother. Great, now that we all know each other . . . .
K and I walk outside and allow the other adults to finish their lunch. Ks cold again, so we walk into Tinks Treasures (or some such) and spend $40 for a sweatshirt! So I buy it like 3 sizes too big and tell her I expect to see it on her body when she graduates college. She doesnt hear me because shes too busy begging for this $5 music box that is about the size of a large pack of gum, with a handle on the side to play tinny, unrecognizable music. K is not alone in begging for this particular Disney genius and I almost get it for her stocking stuffer before I find my port-o-spine in my backpack and withstand the onslaught of its not fair!!! finishing the sentence in my head with that you wont buy me this piece of junk that I will forget about before we get to the next water fountain.
After we rendezvous with the remaining adults (tip here: dont say out front when you meet people outside of Cindys, as they opened up the gate under the Castle while we were eating and to some members of our party, out front became the front of the actual Castle), we tried the Philharmagic which was really well done, with great 3D and realistic smells. Unfortunately, it was so incredibly loud that my FIL, who is going deaf, put his hands over his ears, and my daughter had to leave the show. Why, oh, why does Disney feel the need to leave us with our ears ringing? We head to the Haunted Mansion, which once again stopped my daughter at the elevator. She really wants to do it, but the intensity of the omnipresent narrator is just too much. So we looked at the cemetery and waited for the rest of the party. There is a nod to the demise of Mr. Toads Wild Ride in the cemetery, which I found a bit touching. Not that I had a hard time saying goodbye to the ride itself, which gave me mild whiplash each time I rode it, but it was a fun childhood memory of Disneyland.
We all head to the Tomorrowland Speedway, watched K wildly steer her vehicle and ignored the signs at the end that said no bumping the car ahead of you. Well, except for my FIL who was behind a stranger. The impulse when you drive up at the end to give just a little extra burst of speed, specially behind ones husband, is just too much to resist. Call me weak.
I take my FIL on Space Mountain, where we practically run up the ramp to get in line which was the actual 3 person line right at the loading platform. Wow, the lines are so short that we have enough time to hit a few other rides, and then make the mistake of taking K to Buzz Lightyear. My memory from 6 years ago is of shooting cartoon aliens. I forgot that the lights and movement and surround sound might be a bit too much for a 4 year old. She cowered against my husband for the entire trip, hiding her eyes. At least it wasnt as bad as a year ago when I took her to Its tough to be a bug and she cried for ten minutes, even though we left in the middle of the show. I really am a good parent, I am. Anyhow, MIL gets like 150,000 on the ride, while I get about 10,000. Everyone mocks me until I remind them that nobody else has the vacation itinerary.
At the end of the day, I make it up to K by introducing her to Splash Mountain, where we created a monster. We could barely pull her away for dinner and now she has two favorite Disney songs Its a Small World (tap tap tap) and Zippity Doo Dah. Allrighty-then. The rents were a bit concerned about the money we were spending on food, so we wandered around looking for a decent counter service, while I got a bit petulant after the 4th place which was either already closed or had unappetizing options (thus using up my bonus brownie points) Before the trip (which I planned mostly by myself as self-appointed head planner and trip specialist) I made the offer to eat somewhere other than sit down restaurants for dinner, but, gosh I didnt think theyd take me up on it! And especially not last minute, which I just loathe, especially at Disney. We ended up eating pizza at the Boardwalk, which cost us $50 for just the three of us anyhow, so I wasnt sure it was worth wandering around Disney tired and hungry and increasingly irritable. In my own defense, it was my one less than angelic moment during the trip, easily forgivable. I felt better after a sangria. I felt even better after another Boardwalk patron encouraged the mobile piano player to play Its a Small World for us, as he noticed how much my FIL was enjoying Ks rendition.
We return to our room to find our turn-down service has arranged Ks stuffed animals and given us chocolates. Yay! But wheres my flippin mouse?
? I can hardly wait for Days 3-9 
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. I have this picture in my mind of your and your FIL running through the Space Mountain queue - *priceless*. And there was something else from your Day 1 that was cute/touching invloving your ILs...can't quite remember exactly what right now...hope the IL/WDW good times continue to roll 
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