I've found it increasingly difficult to go to bed each night because I'm so enamored by the DIS!
I thought I'd post a little bit about myself and why I'm here.
I was last (and first) at WDW when I was 12, back in 1987. I went with a small family group (parents, brother, uncle) and remember bits and pieces about the trip, but mostly remember thinking that it was the best family vacation ever.
DH and I have been married for 11.5 years and have been blessed with children for the past 6. Remembering how much fun I had, I begged with him to go there for our honeymoon. Alas, we were very young and strapped for cash, so he couldn't justify spending the money on what he felt was a "kiddie vacation."
My oldest daughter will be 6 next month and the youngest is about a year and a half. Understandably, people will think I'm insane for bringing the little one to Disney, but I feel like this will be the most magical of times for the older one. I don't want her to miss the enchantment that a 6-year-old must feel upon entry to the Magic Kingdom. I was 12 and I remember it being a huge blast, but the pixie dust had settled in my life and it was mostly just an elaborate amusement park. If I wait until the baby is old enough to appreciate it, I'm afraid Cassidy will be too much of a young lady and not enough of a kid.
This brings me to reason #2 for going now, despite Baby DD's age. My brother passed away suddenly of congestive heart failure back in January. This was devastating to all of us, to say the least. He was a mere 37-years-old and, although he was diabetic and had high blood pressure, we were utterly unprepared. About 2 months following his death, as I stood in the shower, I had an epiphany. If my life were to follow the pattern of my brother's, I would be diagnosed with diabetes this year, and I would be dead in 6 years. And strangely enough, when I thought of what I absolutely had to do before I died, I realized that I wanted nothing more than to take my babies to Disney World. The plan to go during the holidays might be crazy, but it was mostly to ease our first holiday season without my brother.
So, on December 27, DH, DD1, and DD2, along with my parents and I, will embark on our first and second family trip to the place Where Dreams Come True.
I thought I'd post a little bit about myself and why I'm here.
I was last (and first) at WDW when I was 12, back in 1987. I went with a small family group (parents, brother, uncle) and remember bits and pieces about the trip, but mostly remember thinking that it was the best family vacation ever.
DH and I have been married for 11.5 years and have been blessed with children for the past 6. Remembering how much fun I had, I begged with him to go there for our honeymoon. Alas, we were very young and strapped for cash, so he couldn't justify spending the money on what he felt was a "kiddie vacation."
My oldest daughter will be 6 next month and the youngest is about a year and a half. Understandably, people will think I'm insane for bringing the little one to Disney, but I feel like this will be the most magical of times for the older one. I don't want her to miss the enchantment that a 6-year-old must feel upon entry to the Magic Kingdom. I was 12 and I remember it being a huge blast, but the pixie dust had settled in my life and it was mostly just an elaborate amusement park. If I wait until the baby is old enough to appreciate it, I'm afraid Cassidy will be too much of a young lady and not enough of a kid.
This brings me to reason #2 for going now, despite Baby DD's age. My brother passed away suddenly of congestive heart failure back in January. This was devastating to all of us, to say the least. He was a mere 37-years-old and, although he was diabetic and had high blood pressure, we were utterly unprepared. About 2 months following his death, as I stood in the shower, I had an epiphany. If my life were to follow the pattern of my brother's, I would be diagnosed with diabetes this year, and I would be dead in 6 years. And strangely enough, when I thought of what I absolutely had to do before I died, I realized that I wanted nothing more than to take my babies to Disney World. The plan to go during the holidays might be crazy, but it was mostly to ease our first holiday season without my brother.
So, on December 27, DH, DD1, and DD2, along with my parents and I, will embark on our first and second family trip to the place Where Dreams Come True.
for his first visit to the mouse... my dd 2.5 went for her 1st time to WDW last year at 1.5 and LOVED it!! She's excited to go back even 
I am wishing you much pixie dust and a wonderful time. 
