Day Six
Thursday, 1 March 2001
"What are we having for our last meal?"
We slept late on this day, and, once again, I began the day by quizzing Chicken Girl about her health. She assured me that she was well enough to go to Magic Kingdom. (WHY do I listen to a six-year-old?) She was not running fever, but she did have cold symptoms. I gave her some medicine, and we headed out.
This was our last day at WDW, so P. F. and I wanted to make sure we took care of the burning question: Where would we eat?! We laughed about how much importance we put on our restaurant selections this trip!
We took the bus to Magic Kingdom. Once again, P. F. and I were interested in checking things off our list: Haunted Mansion (again), the carousel, Goofy's Barnstormer (which Chicken Girl plans to ride around the 3rd day of NEVER!), Tomorrowland Transit Authority (one of Chicken Girl's faves--and LAME, lame, lame in my book), the tree house.
We decided to eat lunch at the Liberty Tree Tavern, and we arrived around 11:30. I did not realize that this meal would take an hour and a half. P. F. and I were not even irritated about the girls getting squirmy because we were squirmy too! I don't know WHERE our server went, but he disappeared for quite some time!
We were grouchy, and I could tell that Chicken Girl--once again--was not feeling well. Therefore, we headed back to the Dolphin and spent the entire afternoon at the hotel. It was disappointing to have to be in the room instead of the theme parks, but I just felt that my child needed rest. I hated to burn four hours at athe hotel, but I saw no other choice. She seemed to be okay in the mornings, but she faded quickly after lunch. Once again, I congratulated myself for having a room at the Dolphin; the service was excellent, and our view was magnificent.
Around 5:30, we decided to take the girls out to the playground. P. F. and I sat on the beach and admired the Grotto Pool and the view of the Swan and Dolphin Resorts. Beautiful! P. F. informed me that she WILL be back; she was really impressed. I had stayed at the Swan before, so I fully expected a great stay. She was more than pleasantly surprised at how much she liked the Dolphin.
She and I lounged around, engaged in amateur pscychoanalysis, considered the ways of the world, etc. while the girls played.
Eventually, we walked over to Epcot. The girls wanted to ride the boat ride at the Land pavilion, so we agreed. Chicken Girl was very impressed with the tomatoes in the greenhouse; Chocoholic was disappointed. No chocolate milk in sight!
We shopped at Mouse Gear for a while, then headed to the Canada pavilion for dinner at Le Cellier. (WHY did I order ale? Do I like beer? No!) Our dinner was delicious. P. F. chose steak AND lobster as a comment on the perfect way to end her trip.
We sauntered back to the International Gateway and caught the boat to the resorts.
After we put the girls in bed, P. F. and I began the daunting task of packing. It was a nightmare. After I crammed as much stuff as humanly possible into one giant suitcase, I dropped said suitcase on my toe. OUCH! P. F. became wild-eyed and frantic. "What am I going to do?" she shrieked. "This stuff won't fit! I should have bought another suitcase! Oh my God! It's too late now! It's 11:00. The limo's coming at 6:00. What am I going to do?"
Eventually, I calmed her down by supplying her with a giant WDW bag that I thought she might be able to carry onto the plane. We stuffed and crammed all our belongings into suitcases for two solid hours.
We finally got into bed around 1:30--completely exhausted and dreading our 4:45 wake-up call.
Day 7: Coming soon!
Thursday, 1 March 2001
"What are we having for our last meal?"
We slept late on this day, and, once again, I began the day by quizzing Chicken Girl about her health. She assured me that she was well enough to go to Magic Kingdom. (WHY do I listen to a six-year-old?) She was not running fever, but she did have cold symptoms. I gave her some medicine, and we headed out.
This was our last day at WDW, so P. F. and I wanted to make sure we took care of the burning question: Where would we eat?! We laughed about how much importance we put on our restaurant selections this trip!
We took the bus to Magic Kingdom. Once again, P. F. and I were interested in checking things off our list: Haunted Mansion (again), the carousel, Goofy's Barnstormer (which Chicken Girl plans to ride around the 3rd day of NEVER!), Tomorrowland Transit Authority (one of Chicken Girl's faves--and LAME, lame, lame in my book), the tree house.
We decided to eat lunch at the Liberty Tree Tavern, and we arrived around 11:30. I did not realize that this meal would take an hour and a half. P. F. and I were not even irritated about the girls getting squirmy because we were squirmy too! I don't know WHERE our server went, but he disappeared for quite some time!
We were grouchy, and I could tell that Chicken Girl--once again--was not feeling well. Therefore, we headed back to the Dolphin and spent the entire afternoon at the hotel. It was disappointing to have to be in the room instead of the theme parks, but I just felt that my child needed rest. I hated to burn four hours at athe hotel, but I saw no other choice. She seemed to be okay in the mornings, but she faded quickly after lunch. Once again, I congratulated myself for having a room at the Dolphin; the service was excellent, and our view was magnificent.
Around 5:30, we decided to take the girls out to the playground. P. F. and I sat on the beach and admired the Grotto Pool and the view of the Swan and Dolphin Resorts. Beautiful! P. F. informed me that she WILL be back; she was really impressed. I had stayed at the Swan before, so I fully expected a great stay. She was more than pleasantly surprised at how much she liked the Dolphin.
She and I lounged around, engaged in amateur pscychoanalysis, considered the ways of the world, etc. while the girls played.
Eventually, we walked over to Epcot. The girls wanted to ride the boat ride at the Land pavilion, so we agreed. Chicken Girl was very impressed with the tomatoes in the greenhouse; Chocoholic was disappointed. No chocolate milk in sight!
We shopped at Mouse Gear for a while, then headed to the Canada pavilion for dinner at Le Cellier. (WHY did I order ale? Do I like beer? No!) Our dinner was delicious. P. F. chose steak AND lobster as a comment on the perfect way to end her trip.
We sauntered back to the International Gateway and caught the boat to the resorts.
After we put the girls in bed, P. F. and I began the daunting task of packing. It was a nightmare. After I crammed as much stuff as humanly possible into one giant suitcase, I dropped said suitcase on my toe. OUCH! P. F. became wild-eyed and frantic. "What am I going to do?" she shrieked. "This stuff won't fit! I should have bought another suitcase! Oh my God! It's too late now! It's 11:00. The limo's coming at 6:00. What am I going to do?"
Eventually, I calmed her down by supplying her with a giant WDW bag that I thought she might be able to carry onto the plane. We stuffed and crammed all our belongings into suitcases for two solid hours.
We finally got into bed around 1:30--completely exhausted and dreading our 4:45 wake-up call.
Day 7: Coming soon!
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