(you can thank snow day in southern GA for this installment!)
While Kory "samples" beer like athletes "sample" Gatorade on game day, Scooner and I walk around the USA pavilion enjoying the weather. It's easily 90 degrees out, but I'm loving it. I'm so cold-natured a lifetime in Hell really doesn't sound so bad to me. Which works out great if you know anything at all about me and my heathen lifestyle.
So Scooner and I walk over to the Kidkot station to check it out. The CM working there is a fairly young gal who compliments me on Scooner. She says she's got 2 yr old youngster at home so she's fond of this age group. I like to think that Scooner is just that cute and one day a modeling scout will snatch her up and I can live high on the hog. Ah, dreams.
We chat about her Kidkot station and I learn the ins and outs of it. And by learn I mean I half-listen while wrangling a monkey.
Eventually, the CM gives us a mask, stamps it, and attaches a thinga-ma-bob. I really don't know what it is. Like I was said, I was half-listening. Once you have kids, you hear, talk, and even go to the bathroom halfway.
She runs, and I chase her over to the fence surrounding the lagoon. A CM approaches me (oh crap - Scooner's antics are getting us kicked out) and after a quick glance, I realize he's Photopass. He offers to take our picture with my camera and I take him up on it. Just mommy and Scooner!
Afterwards, Scooner and I walk back over to the USA fountain so Daddy can see us when he gets out. While there, we spend our time mobile; her running, me chasing. Several back-breaking minutes later, I finally give up and break out the big guns...
a leash camoflauged as a monkey backpack.
Yeah, I'm that mom, I don't care what you say. That thing keeps her safe and close, and will hold a 12 pack of Natty Lite and a box of Swisher Sweets. Cuz that's how Scooner rolls. And by Scooner, I mean Daddy.
As Scooner enjoys her new monkey friend, aptly named Monkey as we aren't terribly creative folk, Daddy shows up acting like he was never gone.
"Let's head and get some real food", he says. "We live in the US, and I ain't wasting my $79 per person on cheeseburgers, fried ice cream, and funnel cakes". We call that Tuesday back home.
Scooner bids farewell to Monkey, hops back into daddy's beer holder, and we mosey around the WS, continuing our trek toward Mexico.
"I said let's go, woman! Some of us are hungry and this watered down juice ain't cutting it!"
We stop in Australia and have some prawns. Very good times, but no picture.
As we round the corner, we see the bridge is up and has stopped traffic. We get an upclose view of the process, which is pretty neat.
Mexico is our next visit and I go straight to the booze stand. I order a Strawberry Margarita, which is great because it doesn't have a strong tequila taste. Kory took a sip and said it is just ok because it doesn't have a strong tequila taste.
While I push Scooner, he runs over to the food kiosk and orders us a quesadilla and himself a Dos Equis.
Holy frozen poop on a popsicle! That quesadilla is some good stuff. Oh man. Ok, so it goes something like one small bite for Kory, four large ones for myself. I give Scooner a bite which was a mistake. She starts clawing for more. I have no choice but to growl at her. To prevent a mother-daughter battle over a glorified grilled cheese, Kory goes back to get a few more and heck, another beer for himself. With beers, margaritas and/or quesadillas in everyone's hands, a collective, gluttonous sigh is released from our group.
After our meal, we park the stroller, add Monkey back into the group and head into Mexico.
Scooner poses for a few mandatory I'm-in-Mexico pics.
My three Amigos.
Kory removes the hat that has donned many a vacationer's stanky head and we scoot over to the ride and hop on. Scooner's first ride!
By the time we float into port, it's apparent to everyone in the park, and a few in DHS, that it's time for a new diaper. Geez, girl! You definitely get that from your daddy!
Back outside, we find our stroller, monkey goes back into storage, and we stroll Scooner over by the water for a quick looksie. Somewhere, somehow, a red pacifier appears. She shrieks with joy, "pi pi!", and promptly sticks it into her mouth. Daddy and I are taken aback. I must mention that Scooner never really took to pacifiers, but has seen them at the sitter. I guess I bought a few back in the day just in case and this one was still in the stroller, lying in wait since 2007. Anyway, without hesitation she knew just where it was supposed to go. But due to inexperience, not
how it was supposed to go.
We stroll over to the Baby Care Center which is just over the bridge in FW. This is our first BCC experience so I wasn't exactly sure what to expect. We leave the stroller outside, grab her Diapees and Wipees and we all go inside.
A pleasant and soft-spoken CM greets us at the door and tells us changing tables are in the far room. We walk back and there were about 4 or 5 large changing tables - big enough for pre-schoolers to nap in - with paper sheets on top. I change Scooner, dump the diaper, and throw away her paper sheet. I run into the big girl bathroom and by the time I come out, the paper sheet has already been replaced and is ready for the next stinky. I was very impressed with this place!
"Is this an attraction, mommy? It's kinda stinks. Get it, stinks?"
Monkey back into the picture, Mommy and Scooner walk back toward the WS. But where shall we go next?
Scooner, any ideas?
She says Italy for the sexy men, so with a kiss from daddy, we are off.
If you went back and read the first report like you were supposed to, you would remember this picture from Kory's first trip to Epcot. It's tiny, but you get the drift...
In starting a tradition, I made sure to get a snapshot of the two of them. Aww.
Back in the stroller, Scooner poses. Good thing big glasses are in this season.
On our continued walk around the WS...
we hear some loud music coming from Louisiana. A gated area houses a band and they are jamming! Definitely a Mardi Gras vibe.
what, who, huh? Do I see people giving away beads? Oh, I need some of those beads! How can I get some with the least amount of effort possible?
I pimp out my husband and daughter.
Score! All the beads and none of the work. I like this having kids gig.
They had so much fun dancing, but a dark cloud soon casts a shadow on our good time. I mean literally - a storm is coming. Run for your lives!
We don't even make it to France before it starts sprinkling, and by the time we get to the UK, its pouring. We hide in the doorway of the shop with a few other people and wait. And wait.
Up next, long short lines and short long lines. I'm not sure what that means yet, but I'll figure it out.
will you write more? 
C'mon Ally. Your fans are waiting. Can we get another installment before you head down there again next week?!?! 
) don't really come in "infant", so - evidenced by the fact that my oldest just fell over when we put hers on - they don't fit. 
Would you mind catching one of my girls if the weight of the helmet drags her away from us? 
My girls have both been extremely sick, and I still have this fear in the back of my head that we won't make it on our (long-overdue) trip!
