Teresa Pitman
Disney Grandma
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We left Ontario on November 24th, in a snowstorm that was seriously considering becoming a blizzard. Crammed into my little Toyota Corolla were my ds1 (age 28), his wife, me, and their two children, Sebastian (about to turn 4) and Callista (11 months). Yes, it was a tight fit. Fortunately, the two little ones were soon fast asleep. The driving was slow. We got to the Windsor/Detroit border around midnight, and, you guessed it, the customs official told us to pull over. Why? Because my son's wife is Dutch.
Yes, we all had to get out of the car, even the two sleeping children (I guess they were worried about the 11-month-old potential terrorist). Heck, I didn't even know that Holland was considered a hotbed of terrorism. But there you go. My dil was given a form to fill out with questions like (and I am NOT making this up): 1. Have you ever been arrested for a crime of moral turpitude? (how would you know? what the heck is moral turpitude? Does using a refillable mug on more than one visit count?) 2. Are you a terrorist? 3. Are you planning any terrorist activities during this visit to the U.S? Yup, that should help protect the country. She couldn't help getting the giggles about this and I kept trying to shush her as in my experience, customs officials have NO sense of humour. Then they wanted to know the address of the hotel we were staying at, and "Port Orleans Riverside in WDW" wasn't good enough. The confirmation papers are buried somewhere in my luggage - I wasn't expecting to need them until we completed a couple more days of driving. Finally someone looked it up on the Internet and we were able to complete the form. Whew. On our way again.
I'll skip the rest of our drive, which involved my son getting sick somewhere in Kentucky and an unplanned hotel stay to let him recover. Despite that, we made it to WDW as planned (oh, and picked up ds2 (age 23) at the airport). My car displays the outdoor temperature on the dashboard, and it was a great pleasure to watch the numbers rise as we drove farther and farther south - from -13 (C) when we left Ontario to 27 (C) in Orlando.
I'd never stayed at POR before but I loved it the minute we arrived. I got excited when I saw the palm trees and Sebastian commented seriously to his mother "Palm trees make Grandma happy." We were checked in by what we think is one of the first audio-animatronic cast members. The guy did not smile once or make one friendly comment during the entire process, even though we were all obviously bouncing up and down with excitement. We ended up with two connecting rooms in Alligator Bayou building 37 - a long way from the lobby but close to a bus stop.
After unpacking, we had a quick lunch in the food court and bought our refillable mugs. I have the DDE and was pleased to learn that we got a discount on the mugs too - saved $14 on that meal (and mugs). Then we hopped on the boat to DTD. Sebastian was a little nervous about going on the boat, which was not helped by the driver's jokes about "So can everybody swim? Can you swim faster than alligators?" However we arrrived safely and headed straight to Sebastian's favourite place - the Lego store. After a happy afternoon of wandering through the stores, we walked back to the bus to have dinner at Boma.
Minor disaster now begins. Sebastian sees the other kids playing in the waterplay area and wants to join in. We don't have a change of clothes for him and he hates wet clothes. We remind him of this. He still wants to play. It is pretty hot. So we take off his shirt and he has a wonderful time romping with the other kids in the water. Eventually we announce that it's time to go and take him to the bus.
Once on the bus, he begins to cry because his clothes are wet. Yes, we should have known this would happen. At AKL we try to buy him clean clothes but there is NOTHING in his size. We end up buying some Stitch pj's and take him into the washroom to change. He won't take off his underwear, and won't put the new clothes on top because they will get wet from his underwear. Grrr. We take him into a stall to undress and hold his undies under the hand-dryer to dry them. Finally, he puts on his Stitch pj's and we head into Boma, where we are meeting some friends from Canada. Two minutes later, Sebastian is happily playing with his little friend and enjoying his meal.
The meal is great, as always. I do love Boma. Also love seeing the animals on the Savanna. Eventually, we take the bus back to DTD and the boat back to POR. The Christmas lights everywhere are amazing. It's a long walk back to our room, but the good part is that the kids are tired and fall asleep soon after. My son and his wife leave me and DS2 to babysit, and they go for a walk around the resort and a late-night snack.
I just feel so happy to be in WDW. Day 2 will be MGM and Lunch with an Imagineer!
Teresa
Yes, we all had to get out of the car, even the two sleeping children (I guess they were worried about the 11-month-old potential terrorist). Heck, I didn't even know that Holland was considered a hotbed of terrorism. But there you go. My dil was given a form to fill out with questions like (and I am NOT making this up): 1. Have you ever been arrested for a crime of moral turpitude? (how would you know? what the heck is moral turpitude? Does using a refillable mug on more than one visit count?) 2. Are you a terrorist? 3. Are you planning any terrorist activities during this visit to the U.S? Yup, that should help protect the country. She couldn't help getting the giggles about this and I kept trying to shush her as in my experience, customs officials have NO sense of humour. Then they wanted to know the address of the hotel we were staying at, and "Port Orleans Riverside in WDW" wasn't good enough. The confirmation papers are buried somewhere in my luggage - I wasn't expecting to need them until we completed a couple more days of driving. Finally someone looked it up on the Internet and we were able to complete the form. Whew. On our way again.
I'll skip the rest of our drive, which involved my son getting sick somewhere in Kentucky and an unplanned hotel stay to let him recover. Despite that, we made it to WDW as planned (oh, and picked up ds2 (age 23) at the airport). My car displays the outdoor temperature on the dashboard, and it was a great pleasure to watch the numbers rise as we drove farther and farther south - from -13 (C) when we left Ontario to 27 (C) in Orlando.
I'd never stayed at POR before but I loved it the minute we arrived. I got excited when I saw the palm trees and Sebastian commented seriously to his mother "Palm trees make Grandma happy." We were checked in by what we think is one of the first audio-animatronic cast members. The guy did not smile once or make one friendly comment during the entire process, even though we were all obviously bouncing up and down with excitement. We ended up with two connecting rooms in Alligator Bayou building 37 - a long way from the lobby but close to a bus stop.
After unpacking, we had a quick lunch in the food court and bought our refillable mugs. I have the DDE and was pleased to learn that we got a discount on the mugs too - saved $14 on that meal (and mugs). Then we hopped on the boat to DTD. Sebastian was a little nervous about going on the boat, which was not helped by the driver's jokes about "So can everybody swim? Can you swim faster than alligators?" However we arrrived safely and headed straight to Sebastian's favourite place - the Lego store. After a happy afternoon of wandering through the stores, we walked back to the bus to have dinner at Boma.
Minor disaster now begins. Sebastian sees the other kids playing in the waterplay area and wants to join in. We don't have a change of clothes for him and he hates wet clothes. We remind him of this. He still wants to play. It is pretty hot. So we take off his shirt and he has a wonderful time romping with the other kids in the water. Eventually we announce that it's time to go and take him to the bus.
Once on the bus, he begins to cry because his clothes are wet. Yes, we should have known this would happen. At AKL we try to buy him clean clothes but there is NOTHING in his size. We end up buying some Stitch pj's and take him into the washroom to change. He won't take off his underwear, and won't put the new clothes on top because they will get wet from his underwear. Grrr. We take him into a stall to undress and hold his undies under the hand-dryer to dry them. Finally, he puts on his Stitch pj's and we head into Boma, where we are meeting some friends from Canada. Two minutes later, Sebastian is happily playing with his little friend and enjoying his meal.
The meal is great, as always. I do love Boma. Also love seeing the animals on the Savanna. Eventually, we take the bus back to DTD and the boat back to POR. The Christmas lights everywhere are amazing. It's a long walk back to our room, but the good part is that the kids are tired and fall asleep soon after. My son and his wife leave me and DS2 to babysit, and they go for a walk around the resort and a late-night snack.
I just feel so happy to be in WDW. Day 2 will be MGM and Lunch with an Imagineer!
Teresa