Okay, okay, for those of you who are paying close attention and keep track of such things, I know what you are thinking. You are wondering how in the world I was able to clean out all of my closets in such a record amount of time. Well, I could sell you a load of bunk about my new organization strategy that I plan on copyrighting and selling on the Home Shopping Network...or I could convince you that I only have one closet in my whole house...but I can't lie...Tinkerbell herself sprinkled some pixie dust around and I magically found myself sitting in front of my computer again. That silly fairy forgot to sprinkle it elsewhere, though, because my closets are still a huge mess!
So, here I am, kids fed, dog actually taking a nap and not bringing me his toy to throw over and over again (he's a lab with only about 6 thoughts on his mind: throw the ball, throw the ball, feed me, throw the ball, must swim, throw the ball), and my DH is at the firehouse for a meeting...plenty of time to sit down and introduce you to the players in our upcoming adventure.
DH a.k.a. Chief: a tall, handsome fellow who is overworked with running his business and serving as the 2nd Assistant Chief

of our local volunteer fire department; wonderful father and husband; has enjoyed our trips to WDW but is ready to venture out into ~gasp~ other vacation territory; does not truly understand my obsession with the DIS and WDW.
DD9 soon-to-be 10 a.k.a. Boo: 
a smart, follow-the-rules kinda gal; loves to read books in the fantasy genre and actually had a debate with her 3rd grade teacher last year about how fairy tales are
not fiction; has such an active imagination that she freaks herself out on most "thrill" rides and refuses to do them; made my year when she emerged from the basement a few weeks ago telling me that she had done a load of laundry from start to finish because she knew I was busy; the perpetual family champ of just about any Disney trivia game we've played.
DD7...soon to be 8 a.k.a. Lou: 
a smart, bend-the-rules kinda gal who reads on a 7th grade level but hardly ever reads; lover of coffee, brie, and escargot; old soul who is not easily fooled; has two speeds: full and off; will do just about anything at anytime; snores to beat the band; can hold her own in just about any conversation with just about anyone.
SIL1 a.k.a. Tumor: 
My closest friend (right behind my DH)...so close we say we're each other's tumors (so the nickname isn't as bad as it sounds...lol); preschool teacher working on getting her Master's; has the best sense of humor and we keep her around just for making us laugh...and the babysitting doesn't hurt, either; making her first on-site but second trip to WDW; glad that she doesn't have her deadbeat, Diet Coke drinking, visiting
every bathroom in sight ex-husband in tow this time around.
SIL2 a.k.a. Eeyore 
we love her, she's awesome...she's Eeyore to the bone...lol...admitted worrywart who is an excellent mother to her DD and DS but doesn't give herself any credit; always there for you when you need her; has traveled with us to WDW three times before this trip and is definitely a big part of our WDW memories.
BIL a.k.a. Yes, Officer:::cop: just the guy you need to have around because he knows a little about everything, a police officer who surprised us all when he went from gagging just talking about changing a poo-poo diaper to changing one like an old pro; has also traveled with us twice before to WDW and has amazed us all with his ability to strip a turkey leg down to the bone.
DNiece a.k.a. Princess: 
2-year-old whirlwind who we can't wait to have see WDW this go-round (last time she was only like 6 months old), my biggest fan (she sees Lisa Loeb on t.v. and thinks its me); shows unbounded excitement at every turn; afraid of dogs; petrified of Santa Claus so we are praying to the Disney gods that she isn't also afraid of the characters.
DNephew a.k.a. Prince: 
will be 11 months old; one of the happiest babies who should be a joy to introduce WDW to; ready to use his new teeth on a turkey leg like his dear ol' dad.
and last, and farthest from least, the force behind getting us all to the magic once again:
Me!! a.k.a. hmmm...have to think of something clever here to call myself: 
kindergarten teacher; lover of all things Disney; overplanner, overpacker, overseer of the family magic; would walk 50 miles while at WDW but drive around 15 minutes to get that parking space right by the door so I don't have to walk too far at home; loves the DIS because there are people there who don't need any further explaination about why WDW
again
Whew! next installment: Hard Decisions: 24-hours in a RV vs. 3 hour flight