An Inconvenient Truth: happyhaunt Style! (New... pg. 113!)

[jw50]

But... how do I learn, I wondered, how to let her go?

One day. In the not too distant future.

Mel, with some kids it is more of a question of how do you get them to leave without changing the locks on the door.

 

[tink38]

"Baby mine, don't you cry

OMG, Mel. I had to close my office door because I am doing the snotty/sobbing cry over here.

Not that that's a bad thing, mind you. The fact that you can provoke such emotion shows what a great wrire you are.

Have a great weekend.

LY/MI.

 

[cjhinch]

Mel, you truly are gifted! You know how to put the feelings that we all feel while at Disneyand wrap them up in a box with a nice bow. I think I need to let dh read your report.......sometimes he wishes our kids grown up too fast! I want it all to slow down!

 

[HaleyB]

Well crap.

I was torn over the tea for this trip.

But decided not to book it. Now I wish I had.

Silly if you are reading this (and you know that I know that you are), it means I have now come up with my reason for our next trip in the not too distant future because we have to do tea with Sophia (and Max) before they are too old. I would ditch the boys but Mr. Silly loves tea.

Mel you always nail it. Every time. Thanks.

 

[Mr. Silly]

Silly if you are reading this (and you know that I know that you are), it means I have now come up with my reason for our next trip in the not too distant future because we have to do tea with Sophia (and Max) before they are too old.

Mr. Silly is sure it would be swell, but Mr. Wallet seems to be less enthused. Is forty too old?

 

[Briarmom]

I am sobbing. Tears are streaming down my face and perhaps some snot is dribbling out.
Baby mine gets me every time. And then that next song. Oy.

 

[Tinkerbell Teen]

With a storm about to rage around us, Beth and I hurried down Main St.

We flew.

We ran.

We galloped.

And sprinted.

Both of our ponytails flying. In the wind. Again, a blur of white-hot happyhaunt flesh.

Sorry.

If this is dinnertime. Or supper. South of the Mason-Dixon.

Mel, you have a way. I'm hooked and so is my mom. I made her. Be hooked. To your stuffs.

 

[UtahMama]

OH! NOT the Mama Dumbo song! I was fine till THAT!

I love doing the Grande Tea. It's a "MUST DO" for mamas and their daughters!
We didnt have any extra money growing up but MY mama used to set up fancy shmancy teas at home where we'd lift up our pinkie fingers and act like we were rich and sophisticated. All "la te-dah" (how we imagined rich people).

That's in my permanent memory-file!
Your daughter is beautiful and so lucky

 

[dvc at last !]

Reading this is as meaningful as reading the book " Love You Forever " !

 

[GOOFYsince71]

Mel.......

I still can't breath

Your timing

Your detail

You love to make us cry

More!!!!!!!!!!

 

[princesslibby]

Crap people!
"Baby Mine","love you forever" let's throw in "Guess How Much I love You". Because I didn't have the full on snotty cry yet.

DS4 and I played guess how much... tonight before bed. He said he loved me to the grocery store and back. That's far.

And Me(l) thanks.

 

[connorsmom911]

Mel, I can always count on your reports to make me laugh out loud and have me drowning in my own tears. Do you know how hard it is to answer the 911 calls either way??? How many more signs do I need that I am not supposed to read these boards when I'm working!?!?!

But again, as always, you are such an incredibly talented writer. Your children are such a gift and you are such a gift to your children.

We were in Blockbuster the other day and I walked by the Dumbo movie. I hesitated a moment trying to decide if I wanted to rent it for Connor to watch and then thought no. I'm not ready to handle the psych bills having to explain to Connor why his momma is a in a bucket of tears on the floor watching an elephant movie.

Bad enough that I can't read Love You Forever to him without crying and that I faithfully read Guess How Much I Love You to him in utero almost every night of my pregnancy and now I can't read it without tearing up.

Lovin' it! Keep it up!

 

[WDW LOVR]

You, my friend, have just SOLD me!

Heh heh.

Now... where do I get the T-shirt?

Mel.

Here ya go Mel. I know its been a week or so since this post, but to be a true LOTW you need to think of these kinds of things before going to assult your liver at the World. We plan on taking a sharpie and checking off the boxes as we sample one type of food and drink at each F&W stand.

We'll be at the F&W festival Oct 8 - 13. If anyone see's us, give us a yell. If we're towards the later part of checking off all the boxes you just might get some free drinks out of it.

These pictures are of Laurie's shirt. Mine is sleeveless, not a tank.

BACK

FRONT

 

[mom2boystx]

Mel,

I have read all of your trippies and enjoy them just like everyone else does here. This last one hit home for me.

On Friday I get to start the Disney tradition with my family. My boys are 7 & 4 and we are taking them for an early bday present (both in Oct) and their very first DW trip!!!!

My hubby & I started our marriage in the world with such a great honeymoon. We will also be celebrating our 10th while there too.

I SOOO look forward to starting those special Disney traditions with my boys. While it may not be tea, I am sure I can find some special time for each of them for a wonderful memory....not like all of them are going to be so very special on our first trip!

Thank you for sharing your family with us! Calvin and my David could be running buddies...quite the same personalities they have! I do not have a daughter but the thought of my little men leaving me one day sometimes makes me so very sad...but I know that I will do my best to raise wonderful Christian men and send them on their way in this great big world....until then I will just spend every moment I can being their mom and soaking it all up!

Looking forward to more great happyhaunt tales....

 

[mikayla73]

I just love this guy....

 

[bdg100]

Mel:

Sorry. Again. I'm all out of smart aleck comments.

BDG

 

[horsegirl]

And Beth took a picture of a horsey and Me(l). Because I like horsies. And, someday, would like a picture of me with a real horsie. TFI.

Awwwwwww. Me too. TFI. LY/MI...really.

The General: Because... I don't really have time for this. I have a hair appointment in fifteen minutes.
Me: IjustwantedtosayIwasthinkingaboutyouandwishedwecouldhavedonethiswhenI wassmall.

CLICK.

The General's tough exterior does not mask her enduring love for her baby girl....

As I watched her I realized how quickly she had grown. Her face was the same face I saw the first minute of the first hour of the first day. Of her life.
And, yet, it was changing. Her chubby cheeks were disappearing, her eyes were getting wiser and she had teeth.

Unlike the first time I saw her.

She was growing up. Quickly. And away. From us. Her father and I.

And yet, that is our job as parents. Isn't it? To teach them how to leave us.

Leave us.

But... how do I learn, I wondered, how to let her go?

One day. In the not too distant future.

I looked at my daughter. A miniature copy of me. At that age. And realized that the greatest gift I've been given is the opportunity to share her childhood. And her two brothers.

And... then... wave them goodbye. Sorta.

I was feeling a tad. Melancholy. At that moment.

It is our job. I appreciate that humans are so incapable in their survival skills that is takes at least 18 years for us to be able to make it on our own. Unlike a deer, or a pup, or a seahorse.... We get to have our kids more than just a few hours like a shark mommy or months like a kitty, or even a few years like a panda. I am also thankful that we are not guniea pigs, who often feel the need to consume their newborns....ick. Not very tasty.

It is my theory that teenagers become possessed radicals for this very reason. To prepare. To separate. And Leave. The Nest..... I think you are doing an amazing job. And I suspect your hatchlings....will not fly too far...from The Nest.

 

[PaulDavid's mom]

I am also thankful that we are not guniea pigs, who often feel the need to consume their newborns....ick. Not very tasty.

Oh horsegirl....... hehehe.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Tea for two. Too.

We were called by the lady at the podium and followed her into The Garden View Lounge.

To a beautiful little table.

For two.

And, get this: It was the very SAME table we had sat at last trip. Together. For our Mother/Daugher tea aka Unladylike/Ladylike adventure.

We were happy. As could be.

I was especially happy because I noticed that sitting to the right of us was a family of three.

Having tea. And, one time, a long time ago. I was part of just such a family. Hummmm...

Three for tea. Too.

And... they were all dressed the same. In the same Disney/Poly beige print.

The mother had a sundress on. The father a hawaiian shirt. And the son, who was about eight years old, was wearing the same shirt as his father.

Nice. And geeky.

Nice and geeky. Which appealled to Me(l). Because of my strong Disney-Geek fetish.

The father also had on black orthopedic running shoes and black socks. With his shorts.

It was all good. And, I figured, that since the tearoom did not have individual monitors on the tables. To watch the hockey game. This would serve as a little entertainment for Beth and I.

I was right.

I was nosy.

I am often... both. Of those. Things.

Except for the nosy part. That's just rude. I prefer the term "offensively inquisitive".

Plus... there is more of a challenge. Spelling it right.

The devil finds work for idle hands.

An idiom for an idiot.

And, possibly, a good theme for this trip report. Too.

Heh heh.

Anywho... we perused the menu and took some pictures of the perusing. Which was, in reality, skimming. We both knew we were going to order the same thing as before. And ramp it up a little. Bit.

We chatted with our server. Who was a nice, good-looking young man and very friendly. To boot. He took pictures of us, together, throughout our whole teatime. Which made me decide to tip him. Well. Afterwards.

We learned his name, where he lived and his favourite ride. At Disney.

Then we ordered.

I asked for the Garden View Bouquet tea and the Buckingham Palace dealy.
But I asked for one tea-sandwhich to be replaced. I didn't want the tuna salad one. I wanted another of the pear and gorgonzola ones. Instead.

Beth ordered the Magical Dark tea. With the Mrs. Pott's selection. And I reminded her to skip the tuna sandwich and asked for it to be replaced with another P.B. and J. instead. Only because tuna makes her all phlegmy. And distraught. But... I only said "ph-LEG-me" once. (And exactly how The General says it, tfi.) Because if you say it more than once. And... properly... it ceases all meaning. Immediately.

Yes... it IS another one of those words.

And both Beth and our server were pleased I just said it once. Improperly.

I think.

We waited for our food. And watched Marshall. And his family out of the corner of our eyes.

Yes... that was his name.

I know this because his parents said it about 40 brazillion times. During their lunch.

As in: "Marshall! Be careful! That's REAL tea and it's HOT!", "Marshall! Watch your manners! Eat more slowly!", "Marshall! Be careful! You don't want to get food on your good shirt!", "Marshall! Watch your father drink his tea. That is the proper way to hold your cup.", "Marshall! Which postcard should we send to your Grandmother? Now, Marshall, which one for your other Grammy?", "Marshall! Stop reading... we are trying to have a nice chat!"

And so on and so on and so on.

I thought that Marshall handled it all pretty well. He read throughout the meal. Pointed to the postcards in answer to the questions. And grunted his compliance once or twice.

His parents were clearly the parents of an only child. Totally into it. Excited. Just too... in his face. About it. And... trying to make their teatime a memorable civilized affair.

To bad they were seated beside a fraction of happyhaunts.

Because Beth and I giggled, laughed, hooted, hollered and slung back our food.

Like the heathens. We are.

I am. I mean. Uncivilized. That is.

Beth was just great.

Her father is raising her well.

Here are some pictures of the chow:

Looky here! I'm pretending to be classy(ish).

Drink it up! You won't see THAT again.

And, for dessert:

OH THE STRAWBERRY! Oh! The chocolate covered strawberry. It was all that and a barrel of monkeys, too. So delish. YUM! A-LIC-IOUS!

Oh scone and tartlet! Oh full-on Devonshire Creamer! What a treat for a gastronomic dreamer!

What I'm trying to say is this: DARN GOOD!

Yum.

We were stuffed. Happy. And cultured(ish).

Enough for one day.

For Me(l). Anyhow.

We paid and tipped.

Moved out. With tiny mincing steps. Waving the royal wave to Marshall and his family.

We had a great time and it was another moment for my permanent file.

Then we went to the giftshop to mail a bunch of postcards. Off.

I powered through five in record time. Addressing and stamping as I went.

Oh yeah!

I got the rhythm. I got the speed.

And, ended with one to my General: "Happy Mother's Day, Mel".

Mama's little baby likes it short and sweet.

Then Beth and I threw them into the mailbox and hit the monorail.

Back to the Magic Kingdom.

First, though, we had to sit in the monorail car for endless moments.

It was stopped there. At the Grand Floridian. For a LONG time.

Why? Who knows?

Lama on the track?

Maybe.

I don't have a clue.

But... I got thinking about Marshall and his family. Again.

Beth noticed me thinking.

Because... it's a rare occassion when I do it in my head... and not out loud.

And said, "What are you thinking about, Mommy?"

I sad, "Oh... just Marshall."

Because he reminded me of someone I used to know.

Sort of.

Beth said, "Don't worry about Marshall, Mom."

"Why?" I asked her.

"Because you turned out fine."

Oh yeah.

Mama's little baby likes it short and sweet.




Cheers, Mel.

To be continued. Up next: The PHONE call. And... BUZZ LIGHTYEAR! Pirates and more! More crud. Is what I'm warning of.

 

[sheridac]

Isn't is scary just how borg siamese we really are??

I am often... both. Of those. Things.

See what I mean???