FreezinRafiki
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Really? Really? I'm back from vacation now and can haunt you daily.
HA! I beat you by a minute!
Really? Really? I'm back from vacation now and can haunt you daily.
And our little bundle of joy / alarm clock had us up around 6, so it seemed like as good a time as any for that picture.
They blow up an air mattress in the living room, and between that and the couch, they all find a place to snuggle. Until the kids fall asleep, anyway. Then grandma and grandpa sneak off to an actual bed.
We did take an hour or so to help Bambi's cousin move into her dorm at Florida Southern College (home of the Fighting Moccasins! And no, I didn't make that up. If I had made it up, it would have been funnier.)
We were hoping that killing time by hauling all of the worldly possessions of a college freshman up a flight of stairs would let the weather clear.
It was a bit past lunch time when we arrived, so we made a bee line to Earl of Sandwich for a Hawaiian BBQ and whatever everyone else had.
So I got that straightened out while Ryder gave his Grandmother dirty looks.
Evan got a bottle of water and finished most of it within a few minutes. Much like his cheapskate father (no, wait. Let's go with "frugal father." It makes me sound better), he decided to refill it for free. With Alien Spit.
He may have caught a little bit in the bottle, but not enough that we needed to worry about some kind of extra-terrestrial bacteria mutating him into some kind uber-strong super genius.
After a little snack at Pollo Compero, we made like a banana and left. Or maybe it was split?
Mini golf? Oh. Hold on while I put this big bag back in the trunk.
I know you're asking yourself "how the heck did he putt with a baby hanging off of his chest?" Very well, actually. Ryder helped line up all of my putts - reading the breaks, judging with wind speed and direction, and making adorable cooing noises to encourage me.
The hockey hole was a big hit with Evan. I sent one top shelf - where momma keeps the cookies - and beat him glove side. I then sent a wrister 5-hole that had too much pepper for his butterfly to catch up to. Hockey is just as fun to talk about as it is to play!
We got there at an awesome time. The sun was just starting to set, so we started the round illuminated in it's golden glow (fancy words, there, huh?) But as we played, the lights started to turn on, bathing the course in the multicolored beauty of Christmas lights. I have a thesaurus.
And just to up the degree of difficulty, around the 14th hole Ryder started getting hungry. Yup, feeding a baby with one hand a putting with the other. I should be expecting my Ryder Cup (no relation) invitation any day now.
Ah, Evan's favorite hole. Sink a putt, and Frost starts squirting all over.
Well that was nice of you. I'm not sure how many people out there would want to take part of a day out of their vacation to move stuff into a dorm room.We did take an hour or so to help Bambi's cousin move into her dorm at Florida Southern College (home of the Fighting Moccasins! And no, I didn't make that up. If I had made it up, it would have been funnier.) We were hoping that killing time by hauling all of the worldly possessions of a college freshman up a flight of stairs would let the weather clear.
Well, I can understand them confusing you with a 3 - 9 year old, but I'm not sure what their excuse was for Bambi.It seems that when we were there at 11:00 last night, they assigned the adult Annual Passes to Madison and Evan and age 3-9 APs to Bambi and I.
So I got that straightened out while Ryder gave his Grandmother dirty looks.
What a letdown. I guess I'll have to wait until December now.That Sorcerer Mickey statue with the brooms used to be over in Hollywood Studios in front of the Brown Derby restaurant. I made a mental note to see what they had over in that space when we went there in a few days. Don't get your hopes up that I'll tell you what it is - I completely forgot to look.
His cheapskate father drinks alien spit????Much like his cheapskate father (no, wait. Let's go with "frugal father." It makes me sound better), he decided to refill it for free. With Alien Spit.
In other news, the sun rises in the East.A dance troupe was just getting set up on the Downtown Disney stage and Madison wanted to watch.
A sure sign of a good time.(and as you can see, Stitch got more on him than in the bottle.)
No worse than normal."how the heck did he putt with a baby hanging off of his chest?"
I have a triceratops. Oh, wait... nevermind.I have a thesaurus.
But how are you supposed to hold the beer?Yup, feeding a baby with one hand a putting with the other.
Hopefully there was time for some of Madison's homemade cookies before bed time.We finished up the round, turned in our putters, and headed back to Bambi's parent's house for an early bed time. Well, earlier than last night anyway.
I'm sure you'll need it eventually.NINJA POSTER! Now I have to go back and read the update (I'll leave my post alone for the next time we are waiting or an update )
Yes. It was more a reminder to myself why we don't eat our young.Were you really calling him a "bundle of joy" at 6 a.m.?
Well, they do keep letting us stay there, so your assumption may not be totally accurate.Good plan. Grandma and Grandpa ain't no dummies.
How can you reference Banana slugs without this guy: ??
I was carrying the microwave, got half way up, and offered to buy her a toaster instead.Only one flight? You got off easy.
To be fair, just pointing blindly at the menu and choosing something is a pretty wise choice there.It doesn't matter what everyone else had. You chose wisely.
...und genius!
It's "screen door on a submarine," you dork.That's about as funny as a screen door on a battleship.
Don't be so sure. Evan put one onto the hole in front of us, and somehow - to this day, no one knows how - Bambi put one onto the hole behind us.What for? You'd definitely win the Long Drive competition.
Why do you think all these pictures are off of my phone instead of the fancy camera with a putter shaped dent in the lens?Looks like someone was snapping pictures in your backswing, too. I hope Ryder took care of business.
That's what I said.....I think.It shore was purty out there.
He's from Wisconsin, you know. But he went off to college in Illinois, so we can blame that.I think you still would have putted better than Steve Stricker did. Oy.
Would "melting" have been a better word?Hey now!
He had a good time just being carried around and looking at all the lights. Besides, actually seeing your ball when you try to hit it is overrated anyway.Great update Barry. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I just don't know how you were able to golf with Ryder on your chest. But he looks like he was having fun by flying in your one picture. His arms were out and ready.
I was motivated by anger.I show up, make fun of you for not posting an update, then you go and post 2 updates before I get back.
Bandwidth from the Great Beyond is actually pretty good.Glad you made it to Florida safely! (I'm assuming you made it home safely too or how else would this TR be written?)
I can think of one thing: expecting to board the plane and seeing the maintenance crew re-attaching a wing with duct tape.Nothing worse than expecting to board the plane and it's not even there.
What can I say - they have ice cream.DTD at 11pm with on arrival night? You are hard core!
Of course, he was strapped to me.Love the mini golf pictures... Ryder looks like he was enjoying himself.
I wonder how long he would have stayed there to fill that bottle if I hadn't coaxed him along?Luvin the update! I loled at Evan's way to fill the water bottle! Alien Spit
I've got some - dare I say it - better ones of him coming up!Priceless....
Most of the heavy lifting was done by the time we got there. Besides, it was worth it to watch a very nerdy upperclassmen stand in the rain and awkwardly give directions to all of the incoming freshmen girls.Well that was nice of you. I'm not sure how many people out there would want to take part of a day out of their vacation to move stuff into a dorm room.
She wasn't with me. They probably won't believe I married that far up even if she was standing next to me.Well, I can understand them confusing you with a 3 - 9 year old, but I'm not sure what their excuse was for Bambi.
Well, you've got that to look forward to then.What a letdown. I guess I'll have to wait until December now.
I don't often drink alien spit, but when I do, it's Experiment 626.His cheapskate father drinks alien spit????
I didn't exactly lay down a huge shocker there, did I?In other news, the sun rises in the East.
Pretty much, yeah.No worse than normal.
I have a triceratops. Oh, wait... nevermind.
That's why those helmets with cupholders were invented.But how are you supposed to hold the beer?
We may have had a few....Hopefully there was time for some of Madison's homemade cookies before bed time.
I usually save the "Holy cow, look how tired these kids are!" pictures for later in the Trip Report, after several days in the parks and pools. But since we didn't get to the in-law's house until midnight, and the kids were all wound up to see their grandparents, sleep didn't come until the wee hours of the morning. And our little bundle of joy / alarm clock had us up around 6, so it seemed like as good a time as any for that picture.
That is a sure sign of exhaustion and needing sleep.
(What's the deal with the sleeping arrangements, you ask? The kids love to have "sleepovers" with grandma & grandpa. They blow up an air mattress in the living room, and between that and the couch, they all find a place to snuggle. Until the kids fall asleep, anyway. Then grandma and grandpa sneak off to an actual bed.)
Our kids loved sleepovers at Grandma & Grandpa's when they were little.
So, the original plan from the Pre-Trip Report (well, if I had done a Pre-Trip Report, this would have been in there) was to spend the morning and afternoon at Clearwater Beach, playing in the water and making sandcastles and stuff. However, the weather was not looking very cooperative. We checked the forecast and the radar, and neither looked conductive to a good time at the beach.
We did take an hour or so to help Bambi's cousin move into her dorm at Florida Southern College (home of the Fighting Moccasins! And no, I didn't make that up. If I had made it up, it would have been funnier.) We were hoping that killing time by hauling all of the worldly possessions of a college freshman up a flight of stairs would let the weather clear. We we wrong.
While the rain did eventually stop, we had no way of knowing if or when or how hard it would start up again, so we decided to forgo our beach plans and go to Downtown Disney instead. I know, the sacrifices we have to make to enjoy ourselves.
Sorry you didn't get your beach day.
It was a bit past lunch time when we arrived, so we made a bee line to Earl of Sandwich for a Hawaiian BBQ and whatever everyone else had. I think they had sandwiches, but I can't be certain.
Love Earl of Sandwich.
After we finished, I had a little more business to attend to at Guest Relations. It seems that when we were there at 11:00 last night, they assigned the adult Annual Passes to Madison and Evan and age 3-9 APs to Bambi and I. So I got that straightened out while Ryder gave his Grandmother dirty looks.
Now that's funny...both the mix-up in tickets and the look on Ryder's face.!
That Sorcerer Mickey statue with the brooms used to be over in Hollywood Studios in front of the Brown Derby restaurant. I made a mental note to see what they had over in that space when we went there in a few days. Don't get your hopes up that I'll tell you what it is - I completely forgot to look.
Hmmmm....I don't think anything was there if I remember correctly.
It was a rather warm day, and with all of the rain for that morning; quite humid as well. Evan got a bottle of water and finished most of it within a few minutes. Much like his cheapskate father (no, wait. Let's go with "frugal father." It makes me sound better), he decided to refill it for free. With Alien Spit.
He may have caught a little bit in the bottle, but not enough that we needed to worry about some kind of extra-terrestrial bacteria mutating him into some kind uber-strong super genius. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
A dance troupe was just getting set up on the Downtown Disney stage and Madison wanted to watch. Evan, however, knew was was just down the path. They're small, they're plastic, they hurt like the dickens when you step on them at 1:00am in a dark house with bare feet, but they provide hours and hours of entertainment - LEGOs!
I hated stepping on those darn things when a child was crying in the middle of the night.
After the "weird Chinese dancing" (Madison's professional review), they joined us at the Lego store and together built an impenetrable lunar fortress! Or maybe it's a quaint cottage in the woods nestled between a babbling brook and a wild-flower meadow. I think they were working off of two separate sets of blueprints there.
Not only a dance, a cheerleader and an actress, she is now also a critic.
After a little snack at Pollo Compero, we made like a banana and left. Or maybe it was split? Whatever. Madison went back with Grandma and Grandpa to bake cookies (hard to find fault in that logic) while Bambi and her Boys loaded up the Big Bertha Drivers, Titlist Irons and Scotty Cameron putters and headed for...
Where are my cookies?
Mini golf? Oh. Hold on while I put this big bag back in the trunk.
Being Wisconsinites (aka "Cheeseheads", "Sconnies" or "Completely Awesome People") we couldn't stay away from the snow for long, so we chose the Winter course.
I'm hoping the snow stays away for as long as possible.
I know you're asking yourself "how the heck did he putt with a baby hanging off of his chest?" Very well, actually. Ryder helped line up all of my putts - reading the breaks, judging with wind speed and direction, and making adorable cooing noises to encourage me.
Thank God you had Ryder....I've decided MOST grown men cheat at mini-golf.
The course itself is really neat. Santa and his elves have set up camp here after a freak Florida blizzard dumped a bunch of snow and ice every where. And no, those aren't Gulfstream trailers. They're Elfstream.
Isn't it a great course? I love playing mini-golf at Disney.
And just to up the degree of difficulty, around the 14th hole Ryder started getting hungry. Yup, feeding a baby with one hand a putting with the other. I should be expecting my Ryder Cup (no relation) invitation any day now.
A man of many talents.
Ah, Evan's favorite hole. Sink a putt, and Frost starts squirting all over.
The final three holes are inside a really cool little pavilion, complete with stockings (er, flippers) hung by the chimney with care. And a nice hug from Bambi's big guy.
We finished up the round, turned in our putters, and headed back to Bambi's parent's house for an early bed time. Well, earlier than last night anyway. Tomorrow was going to be a big day!
Up Next: More LEGOs than you can shake a stick at.
It was a great day! Hard to beat EoS!Who needs the beach when you can have so much fun at Downtown Disney & Disney mini-golf?!? Really looks like y'all were having a fun day! I finally got to try Earl of Sandwich last weekend.....YUM!!!
In case you were wondering what happens when two bed hogs share a bed - the crash into each other and create a mini black hole.That is a sure sign of exhaustion and needing sleep.
Mom and dad like them too. It's a little quiet time for us!Our kids loved sleepovers at Grandma & Grandpa's when they were little.
Meh. It happens. Better to get rained out from the beach than a day at Disney.Sorry you didn't get your beach day
That kid had a million expressions!Now that's funny...both the mix-up in tickets and the look on Ryder's face.!
And he was probably crying because he lost that LEGO that you just "found"I hated stepping on those darn things when a child was crying in the middle of the night.
Multi-talented!Not only a dance, a cheerleader and an actress, she is now also a critic.
They were delicious.Where are my cookies?
Yeah, good luck with that.I'm hoping the snow stays away for as long as possible.
Regular golf, too.Thank God you had Ryder....I've decided MOST grown men cheat at mini-golf.
And the 50% AP discount helps too.Isn't it a great course? I love playing mini-golf at Disney.
Yes, yes it was.Sounds like a great day!
Thanks. It killed Bambi (a White Sox fan) to buy that for him. I didn't even know she did it until she surprised me with some photos she had taken.Love Evan's Cubs shirt.
There are worse plans he could be coming up with.So, confine a 5 year old Lego fan with a Legoland map on a cruise ship for 4 days, and you get a lot of big plans for our next trip to Florida.
Wow. You'd be outgunned 5 to 2 and that's just if Ryder doesn't join the fun.(Think about that for a second - 2 Madisons, 2 Evans. Holy cow, I need to sit down for a sec, I'm feeling light headed. Anyone have a paper bag to breathe into?)
Maybe you should have consulted Evan before making that hike?The not-to-scale maps made it look like a fairly short hike. 20 minutes later, we found the women and kids.
Sketchy neighbors and employees that show up with rollers in their hair. You're really selling it!Clearly, they were taking a loss on the cheap tickets we bought if this is the landscaping team they hired.
Hmmmm... a castle, an adventure themed land. Seems like I've seen this story before somewhere.Finishing up in Lego Kingdoms, we moved on to the Land of Adventure. (While overall, we really liked Legoland, their naming team could have worked just a little bit harder on some of their area names.)
That guy in the bottom left looks like Indiana Jones as played by Elvis Presley.
If this was Mark's TR, I'd be calling this a lie.It does keep an LCD readout of your scores, but I didn't get a picture snapped of that. Rest assured, I won.
I can tell from your pictures. One of the first things that stands out is the lack of people in the background. Looks like you broke in when they were closed or something.Oh, as for the lines, so far on this day we didn't wait more than 5 minutes for any ride. The place was just about empty!