The morning dawned brightly and pleasantly in the studio of our BWV.
With a pile on. Mommy.
The kids, and occassionally, my DH enjoy waking me out of my peaceful slumber in this manner. On vacation. Especially.
It's a terrific way to start the day. By revving your adrenaline levels to just up past "aneurysm" on the way to "heart failure".
It begins like this: I am sleeping soundly and deeply. One, two or all of my precious children fling themselves on top of me. On the bed. Screaming at the top of their lungs. Things like, "This is for my LAST TIMEOUT!" and "YOU said WE COULD HAVE A PUPPY!" and "THE GENERAL said to KILL YOU in YOUR SLEEP!". Also... I've heard... "Merry Christmas!", "Happy Birthday!" and "WE'RE ACTUALLY MARRIED!". The last one was from Mellyman. A bunch of times. On our honeymoon. TFI.
Then comes the tickling, the close-stinky-morning breath-in-the-face breathing, the knee in the crotch and the BEST... THE BEST... is when Mellyman joins in. It's the 250 pound man plus, roughly, 150 lbs of kidlets... on the 120 pound woman. With a massive adrenaline surge. Leading to myocardial necrosis. A hyperextended knee. And a short... but blessedly sweet... temporary loss of consciousness.
Then... we rent the
ECV. For the park touring. That day.
Anywho... that's how this particular morning started. And, yes, it was blissful. After I had frightened them all away. By curling my lips back, barring my teeth, snapping and growling. Mellyman decided to start the day the PROPER WAY. By making coffee. And checking me for other signs of rabies. He also checked Tommy after he had finished marking his territory.
Off the BALCONY. AGAIN.
He was given his FINAL warning. DO NOT PEE OFF THE BALCONY AGAIN... OR ELSE!
Or else... we will be VERY ANGRY... and you will receive your FINAL, FINAL warning!
Heh heh.
We take turns blasting through the shower. Fast and furious. We were. And, STILL, I was forced to get out... TWICE... dripping wet. To unlock the bathroom door for a child who could not wait three minutes to use the toilet.
Neither times was it TOMMY. TFI.
Tommy and Calvin went through together. A two fer. So to speak.
They don't REALLY shower though.
It is more of a squealing, slapping, washcloth snapping, naked sumo wrestling melee.
In the rain.
It's all good, tho. I makes me wish I had had a sister. It makes Beth wish she did, too. Instead of two brothers.
And... it wasn't EXACTLY sumo wrestling either. They weren't two fat, grown men, wearing thongs and hugging each other. TFI.
Although, if it HAD been sumo wrestling. Calvin would have won. In an easy decision. As he forced Tommy fifteen feet out of the ring aka tub... through the bathroom and into the hallway. With one fell swoop of a move called the underarm throw aka baby brother fling.
Anywho... they were clean(ish). Actually... I don't think their hair was even that wet. But... who matters?! We were almost ready to GO. GO TIME!
We had to get going. The Magic Kingdom awaited. Us. happyhaunts.
To protect our ghostly white complextions... we took the time to apply sunscreen in the room. Before we left.
We are the thrifty, responsible, sun-damage avoiding happyhaunts. Everyone put on their sunscreen. Except for me. I don't use that crap. TFI.
And, then, Mellyman proceeded to give Tommy a brisk morning face massage and exfoliation:
(Image removed. Demand of DH. Demand met. Small scuffle. Picture was of Mellyman giving Tommy a harsh facial application of sunscreen. And Calvin lying on the floor, arms behind head... watching T.V. With intensity.)
Note how the bed is unmade, the T.V. is ON, the cupboards are open and so is the door to the washroom aka balcony. We also had the water taps running, the fridge open, the coffee maker and toasters cranking and a small fire in the waste paper basket.
We are a whirlwind. Of trippers. No offense to the Whirlwind Trippers. Intended.
ACTUALLY... we are more of a MAELSTROM... than a whirlwind. TFI.
Yep. A maelstrom. That's better. Where have I heard that before?
Hummmm... oh yeah. That crappy FASTPASS ride. At EPICOT.
While we all hurried around. Packing up our DVC bag for the day. Getting some cash out of the safe, water bottles, cell phones... yada yada blah... Calvin did this:
Hey lay on the floor. Like in the above picture. The WHOLE time.
Yep. He is a super help.
Calvin: Mom! Be careful. You almost stepped on me!
Me: Perhaps if you would get off of the middle of the floor. And help. You would avoid unecessary pain and suffering. Just an idea. I had.
Calvin: I'm good.
Me: It may have not been phrased... as an ORDER. But... that is EXACTLY what it was. My friend.
Calvin: In a minute.
Me: In a minute it will be too late. In a minute my face will have peeled back, my skull will be revealed and my forked tongue will be prodding you. TO HELP US! Or at least... GET OUT OF THE WAY!
Calvin: Wait till the show is over.
Beth: CALVIN!!! GET UP RIGHT NOW! TURN OFF THE TV! MOVE IT! NOW, MISTER!!!!
Heh heh.
I love her.
She will make some man PAY... some day. She is all powerful.
Effectively herding her two brothers wherever she wants them to go.
And, yet, she is very gentle and loving, too. Well... at least with Tommy.
They gathered in the hall while I took two quick pictures from our washroom. And remembered to lock the balcony door. This time. On our way out.
If you look carefully... you can appreciate our view. From the standard view rooms. At the BWV.
It was of a golf cart. Nice.
But... usually... the view was much better: Buses. Usually we saw lots of buses.
Heard and smelled them, too. TFI.
Now then... off to the Magic Kingdom.
It was to be BUZZ LIGHTYEAR day.
The day of turmoil.
Competition.
And... to the winner: The continual, endless GRIND. Of the loser.
I love this day.
But... only when I win.
Otherwise it's a maelstrom of woe. The fact is.
We got our car from the valet. Drove to the MK. Parked and walked to the Ticket and Transpo. Center. Again.
We were early(ish). YEAH!
The other four happyhaunts got to ride with the driver of the monorail. Yes! Yes they did! AGAIN.
Mellyman did offer to let me ride with the kids and he'd sit in the next car with the stroller and our stuff. But... I sad "No. You go ahead. You can take some pictures of them."
To be nice. 'Cause I am. Sometimes.
And... he did. Take some GREAT pics. Of the kids:
That one being, perhaps, the best.
Heh heh.
We entered through the turnstiles and walked under the Train Station. And found ourselves on Main Street.
Nice.
We strolled up and paused for another picture in front of the castle.
Here I am with Mellyman:
(Image removed. Mellyman. Again. Bigger scuffle. Pic of Mellyman in Mickey shirt. tFi.)
Looky, looky at his shirt.
I really like that shirt. Of his.
He has about five Disney shirts. One sweatshirt. And a baseball cap. Now.
It's great.
When we went in '03 he didn't want one. As a souvenier. Said that he wouldn't ever wear Mickey-garb.
My... how things change.
When you start to catch the "magic".
It's contagious. You know?!
To be continued. Up next: The horse with the golden ribbon. And... 10 Things I Hate About YOU!
