Tally Isham
Earning My Ears
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- Sep 27, 2000
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Day 2 - Friday March 9
Cast:
Me, DH K-man, DS J-boy (age 5), and DS The Beast (age 2, almost 3)
Today was to be a resting day.....except that our alarm clock went off at 6:30 am. Why? IâÂÂm not sure, but the clocks at the YC are strangely complex. In my early morning stupor, I couldnâÂÂt figure it out, so I just turned down the radio. What you canâÂÂt solve by finesse, solve by brute strength.
EveryoneâÂÂs awake. ItâÂÂs no use trying to get preschoolers back to sleep. Oh well, we get up.
Breakfast is in the room -- mini-boxes of cereal, milk from the mini-bar, and juice boxes. By about 8:00 weâÂÂve watched cartoons, eaten, dressed, washed and are ready to go, go, go. But on a non-park day, thereâÂÂs nothing to do at 8:00 am.
Hmmmm.....I put on my thinking cap. We decide to drive to ASM to see the Toy Story building, and play around a bit in AndyâÂÂs Room. The boys both like Toy Story. I thought theyâÂÂd like it.
You guessed, the Beast was afraid of the larger than life Woody and Buzz. After some time, comforting, and coaxing he did run around a bit. We took pictures, looked at the pool, the food court and even peeked in the windows of a room (hey! if you didnâÂÂt want me to look in, you should have drawn your curtains!)
Before this, I thought I might like ASM. After this, IâÂÂm not so sure. The place seemed a bit chaotic, high energy -- similar to the manic atmosphere at Chef MickeyâÂÂs. The theming is indeed fun, but IâÂÂm not sure I could relax.
We then took a drive on 192 to look for a grocery store. The boys had gone through about 20 of the 24 juice boxes I packed in the mega-suitcase. After traffic and âÂÂwordsâ between DH and I, we found the Publix at 192 and 535. So, now weâÂÂre loaded up with juice, Snapple, bananas, and bottled water. It was much more convenient to get back to the Epcot resort area than to get there from the AK area.
After battling the traffic and road construction, plus seeing the kistchy tourist area on 192, I think IâÂÂll stay on site. ItâÂÂs back to the whole relaxation thing.
Next is mini-golf at Fantasia Gardens. We missed this in the Sept-Stress trip, after we had promised the boys. Using our AMEX card saved us 15%, the Beast is still free. We got squirted by the elephant. J-boy got a hole-in-one (truly amazing), and I beat the pasty white behind of K-man (heâÂÂll tell you a different story, but donâÂÂt believe him. Trust me....really.)
After taking the groceries to the room, we retire to B&C for lunch. K-man and I both had burgers (greasy and dee-lish), and boys split a kidâÂÂs hot dog platter. Between them they ate exactly one bite of hot dog and 8 french fries. Total. The Beast is cranky, so we go back to the room for naps. ItâÂÂs made up, but no special Pluto / Wormy diorama (oh well).
Storm-Along Bay was inviting after a rest. We stayed in the âÂÂsand-barâ section with the shallow water. Wow. The sun is shining, and thereâÂÂs nothing to use a snow-blower on anywhere is sight. Ah.......
The sand bar is mostly in the shade and weâÂÂre all getting a bit cool. Back to the room. Outside our window is a wedding. Cool. The bride is older (late-forty-ish) and she looks radiant. ThereâÂÂs a string quartet. I have to keep shushing the boys. How nice!
While the boys are resting, I make a phone call to Fairy GodmotherâÂÂs for Sunday night. AllâÂÂs set for a grown up night out. If youâÂÂre interested, their rates were $12 / hour, a one hour charged travel time, 4 hour minimum. Which calculates out to $60 for 4 hours.
Our PS tonight is for Cape May. K-man vetoes. HeâÂÂs just not up to an all-you-stuff-in-your-face-buffet. So we decide to go to the Crossroads to Pizzeria Uno. We both like UnoâÂÂs and donâÂÂt have one in our area.
The theme of the night is WET. See if you can determine why.
We pack the boys in the car, hit every red light between the YC and Crossroads. K-man starts unbuckling the Beast from the car seat.
K-man: Are you wet?
Beast: No.
K-man: Then why are your pants wet?
Beast: I dunno.
K-man: (to me) Is he wet?
Me: (feeling his pants) Beast, did you pee your pants?
Beast: No.
K-man: Did you bring spare clothes?
Me: No.
HeâÂÂs soaked, pee is the culprit. It begins to rain. The low point of vacation is fast approaching. We drive from the Crossroads to the YC, again, hitting each and every red light. Grrrrr.....
During the drive back, weâÂÂre all on edge. I actually use the term âÂÂPSâ instead of âÂÂreservationâ when announcing that our PS time at Cape May is already past. K-man, who thinks IâÂÂm on the DIS too much seethes. The rain isnâÂÂt helping. Then, the button on the gear shift that allows you to engage the transmission just pops out. What was bad is now worse.
Boy soaked in pee. Everyone hungry. Broken (but drive-able) car. Seething DH. Angry Mommy.
K-man changes the BeastâÂÂs clothes. They get back to the car with the Beast hanging his head. The only explanation I get from DH is, âÂÂWe had words.âÂÂ
ItâÂÂs about 6:45 or so -- late for preschoolers to eat. We drive back to UnoâÂÂs, this time getting a few green lights. ItâÂÂs still raining. WhatâÂÂs now known as the âÂÂPee Incidentâ lost us almost an hour.
The pizza was good. We all ate a lot. J-boy got grease on his shirt, lap, and the hem of his pants. How, tell me how, does a boy get grease on the hem of his long pants? Grrr......
We finally get back to the room about 8:30. IâÂÂm screaming about the grease, still a bit mad about the âÂÂPee IncidentâÂÂ. Bad Mommy moments ensued, which I will not describe.
Tomorrow is park day, so we all turn in early. I finally figure out the incredibly complex alarm clock and set it for 5:55 -- my normal work day time to get up.
So far.......
1. My feet feel good.
2. National office on site will be used.
3. Will I have to do laundry? Oh....I hope not.
ÃÂ
Cast:
Me, DH K-man, DS J-boy (age 5), and DS The Beast (age 2, almost 3)
Today was to be a resting day.....except that our alarm clock went off at 6:30 am. Why? IâÂÂm not sure, but the clocks at the YC are strangely complex. In my early morning stupor, I couldnâÂÂt figure it out, so I just turned down the radio. What you canâÂÂt solve by finesse, solve by brute strength.
EveryoneâÂÂs awake. ItâÂÂs no use trying to get preschoolers back to sleep. Oh well, we get up.
Breakfast is in the room -- mini-boxes of cereal, milk from the mini-bar, and juice boxes. By about 8:00 weâÂÂve watched cartoons, eaten, dressed, washed and are ready to go, go, go. But on a non-park day, thereâÂÂs nothing to do at 8:00 am.
Hmmmm.....I put on my thinking cap. We decide to drive to ASM to see the Toy Story building, and play around a bit in AndyâÂÂs Room. The boys both like Toy Story. I thought theyâÂÂd like it.
You guessed, the Beast was afraid of the larger than life Woody and Buzz. After some time, comforting, and coaxing he did run around a bit. We took pictures, looked at the pool, the food court and even peeked in the windows of a room (hey! if you didnâÂÂt want me to look in, you should have drawn your curtains!)
Before this, I thought I might like ASM. After this, IâÂÂm not so sure. The place seemed a bit chaotic, high energy -- similar to the manic atmosphere at Chef MickeyâÂÂs. The theming is indeed fun, but IâÂÂm not sure I could relax.
We then took a drive on 192 to look for a grocery store. The boys had gone through about 20 of the 24 juice boxes I packed in the mega-suitcase. After traffic and âÂÂwordsâ between DH and I, we found the Publix at 192 and 535. So, now weâÂÂre loaded up with juice, Snapple, bananas, and bottled water. It was much more convenient to get back to the Epcot resort area than to get there from the AK area.
After battling the traffic and road construction, plus seeing the kistchy tourist area on 192, I think IâÂÂll stay on site. ItâÂÂs back to the whole relaxation thing.
Next is mini-golf at Fantasia Gardens. We missed this in the Sept-Stress trip, after we had promised the boys. Using our AMEX card saved us 15%, the Beast is still free. We got squirted by the elephant. J-boy got a hole-in-one (truly amazing), and I beat the pasty white behind of K-man (heâÂÂll tell you a different story, but donâÂÂt believe him. Trust me....really.)
After taking the groceries to the room, we retire to B&C for lunch. K-man and I both had burgers (greasy and dee-lish), and boys split a kidâÂÂs hot dog platter. Between them they ate exactly one bite of hot dog and 8 french fries. Total. The Beast is cranky, so we go back to the room for naps. ItâÂÂs made up, but no special Pluto / Wormy diorama (oh well).
Storm-Along Bay was inviting after a rest. We stayed in the âÂÂsand-barâ section with the shallow water. Wow. The sun is shining, and thereâÂÂs nothing to use a snow-blower on anywhere is sight. Ah.......
The sand bar is mostly in the shade and weâÂÂre all getting a bit cool. Back to the room. Outside our window is a wedding. Cool. The bride is older (late-forty-ish) and she looks radiant. ThereâÂÂs a string quartet. I have to keep shushing the boys. How nice!
While the boys are resting, I make a phone call to Fairy GodmotherâÂÂs for Sunday night. AllâÂÂs set for a grown up night out. If youâÂÂre interested, their rates were $12 / hour, a one hour charged travel time, 4 hour minimum. Which calculates out to $60 for 4 hours.
Our PS tonight is for Cape May. K-man vetoes. HeâÂÂs just not up to an all-you-stuff-in-your-face-buffet. So we decide to go to the Crossroads to Pizzeria Uno. We both like UnoâÂÂs and donâÂÂt have one in our area.
The theme of the night is WET. See if you can determine why.
We pack the boys in the car, hit every red light between the YC and Crossroads. K-man starts unbuckling the Beast from the car seat.
K-man: Are you wet?
Beast: No.
K-man: Then why are your pants wet?
Beast: I dunno.
K-man: (to me) Is he wet?
Me: (feeling his pants) Beast, did you pee your pants?
Beast: No.
K-man: Did you bring spare clothes?
Me: No.
HeâÂÂs soaked, pee is the culprit. It begins to rain. The low point of vacation is fast approaching. We drive from the Crossroads to the YC, again, hitting each and every red light. Grrrrr.....
During the drive back, weâÂÂre all on edge. I actually use the term âÂÂPSâ instead of âÂÂreservationâ when announcing that our PS time at Cape May is already past. K-man, who thinks IâÂÂm on the DIS too much seethes. The rain isnâÂÂt helping. Then, the button on the gear shift that allows you to engage the transmission just pops out. What was bad is now worse.
Boy soaked in pee. Everyone hungry. Broken (but drive-able) car. Seething DH. Angry Mommy.
K-man changes the BeastâÂÂs clothes. They get back to the car with the Beast hanging his head. The only explanation I get from DH is, âÂÂWe had words.âÂÂ
ItâÂÂs about 6:45 or so -- late for preschoolers to eat. We drive back to UnoâÂÂs, this time getting a few green lights. ItâÂÂs still raining. WhatâÂÂs now known as the âÂÂPee Incidentâ lost us almost an hour.
The pizza was good. We all ate a lot. J-boy got grease on his shirt, lap, and the hem of his pants. How, tell me how, does a boy get grease on the hem of his long pants? Grrr......
We finally get back to the room about 8:30. IâÂÂm screaming about the grease, still a bit mad about the âÂÂPee IncidentâÂÂ. Bad Mommy moments ensued, which I will not describe.
Tomorrow is park day, so we all turn in early. I finally figure out the incredibly complex alarm clock and set it for 5:55 -- my normal work day time to get up.
So far.......
1. My feet feel good.
2. National office on site will be used.
3. Will I have to do laundry? Oh....I hope not.
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