I never write trip reports, but on this trip I seem to be having a lot of trouble winding down at night, so I thought I'd give this a try, we'll see how it goes.
Cast:
Grandma - Parks commando, but trying to reform on this trip (and she's technically my mom, not my Grandma, but still). Gluten Intolerant.
Grandpa - He just tags along with his wife and lets his grandkids wrap him around their tiny little fingers
Cousin Aurora - she's almost 4, fond of everything princess and beautiful. Also excellent at wrapping grandparents around various digits. 40 inches tall, at least mostly.
Auntie P - Mom to Cousin Aurora, generally immune to finger-wrapping, but very susceptible to neglect related guilt ("But Mom.. you said after tax season you'd spend more time with me!")
MonkeyGirl - My DD, newly turned 3, obsessed with Mickey, Donald and Monkeys. Mostly Monkeys. Generally non-manipulative, but learning fast from her older cousin. Also gluten intolerant. 37.5 inches.
Me - Your fearless reporter, willing to ride Everything just for your edification. Well, almost anything. Unless it's scary. Or goes backwards. Or upside down. Or drops. Or.. well.. ok.. I ride some things. My DD is too short to ride anything, that's my excuse! Gluten and dairy intolerant.
Grandma and Auntie P are accountants, so they were busily working away until April 17th (and beyond) telling clients just how much money they owed. That left me to do the planning. I picked dates and finally got them approved by everyone. I found a rental house. I rented it. I made spreadsheets and charts and graphs and newsletters and handouts and little packets full of all the information people needed. Remember this. *I* planned the whole trip. No one else did anything. They did cheerfully read everything I sent, and Auntie P made a few ADRs, but in general - it's all my fault.
May 1st I ran around and picked up a few last minute items, loaded the car and tucked my beautiful 3 year old into bed at 8:30 (having let her stay up an extra half hour). Then I went to bed because we were leaving the house at 4am, which meant I would be up a little after 3. The plan was that I could get a good 4 or 5 hours of the 11.5 hour drive done before she woke up for the morning.
At 9:00 there was a large bang, followed by screaming. She was trying to go to the bathroom and knocked the stool/seat combo over while she was on it. She spent the next hour perched on the toilet, trying desperately to stay awake. Then she fell out of bed, had a crying fit or two about her bedroom being dark, and generally kept me awake until 11pm. It took me another hour to fall asleep.
You know, when you've only had 3 hours of sleep, 3am is even earlier than it normally is. I was torn between going back to sleep until 6:30 and just biting the bullet and getting up. Since I'd woken up at 1am and 2am, and was likely to wake up at 4am, 5am and 6am I just crawled out of bed. Coffee. Much coffee. Load the cooler, put the last things in the car, kiss DH goodby, load the sleeping pre-schooler in the car. Sleeping pre-schooler woke up as soon as I lifted her and chattered all the way down to the car. We hit the road at 3:45am. At 4:30am, MonkeyGirl was *still* awake. She was asleep when I could see her under a streetlight at 5 though. At 6 I stopped for gas near the NC/SC border. She woke up, looked out the window at the pre-dawn greyness and said "It's light out!" She was up for the day. It doesn't pay to leave home at 4am.
MonkeyGirl was a very good girl in the car, and we made good time. However, somewhere in the middle of Georgia I realized that I had forgotten to pack the stroller. 13 days at Disney world, and no nice stroller. Ouch. I can rent one, I could buy one, but that's nearly as expensive as renting and we *have* a perfectly good stroller, I just forgot it.
Around 1:30 we stopped in St Augustine so that she could look around the outlet. We're trying to teach her money-handling skills, but I didn't want to deal with the problem of her losing all her cash at WDW, so I had made "Monkey Money". Each "bill" was worth one food item (like a Mickey Bar) or $3 (pre-tax) toward merchandise. That was mostly to keep the numbers low enough she could grasp them. At the outlet I told her that she could spend 3 pieces of monkey money to get something she wanted. "Like a Monkey!" she says. I didn't think that she could find a monkey, but said we could look.
Beeline for the stuffed creatures bin, and she starts hunting through for a monkey. "Not a monkey" "Not a monkey" "Not a monkey" No monkeys in the whole bin. So we look some more. She finds a coloring book. That's one monkey money. She looks some more. Princess hats were examined and discarded. Clothes were found wanting. All she wanted was a monkey. Then she found the trading pins.
I had thought she was *way* too young for trading pins, and had considered and discarded the idea of buying her a few trading pins from e-bay (5-10) as a way to get her to interact more with people. Apparently I was wrong (again).
She really wanted a moving Donald pin, but it was 4 pieces of Monkey money. Then she saw IT. An Abu pin. "Monkey!" she shouts. She she starts jumping in circles, chanting "Monkey! Monkey! Monkey! MONKEY!" Fortunately it only cost 2 pieces of Monkey Money.
We took her purchases and went to check out. She proudly set her coloring book up on the counter with one piece of Monkey Money on it, and then her pin with 2 pieces of Monkey Money next to it. The CM exclaimed over her money and invited her back to help run the cash register. So MonkeyGirl scanned her own items and put them in the bag. Then she got 2 Mickey stickers (which were promptly applied to her shirt), a magical moment certificate (guest of the hour) and a goofy pin! She was over the moon, and I thought it was an excellent start to our vacation. I completely forgot about the stroller issue. The last few hours flew by. Then we got to the rental house and our vacation lost a little magic.
Cast:
Grandma - Parks commando, but trying to reform on this trip (and she's technically my mom, not my Grandma, but still). Gluten Intolerant.
Grandpa - He just tags along with his wife and lets his grandkids wrap him around their tiny little fingers
Cousin Aurora - she's almost 4, fond of everything princess and beautiful. Also excellent at wrapping grandparents around various digits. 40 inches tall, at least mostly.
Auntie P - Mom to Cousin Aurora, generally immune to finger-wrapping, but very susceptible to neglect related guilt ("But Mom.. you said after tax season you'd spend more time with me!")
MonkeyGirl - My DD, newly turned 3, obsessed with Mickey, Donald and Monkeys. Mostly Monkeys. Generally non-manipulative, but learning fast from her older cousin. Also gluten intolerant. 37.5 inches.
Me - Your fearless reporter, willing to ride Everything just for your edification. Well, almost anything. Unless it's scary. Or goes backwards. Or upside down. Or drops. Or.. well.. ok.. I ride some things. My DD is too short to ride anything, that's my excuse! Gluten and dairy intolerant.
Grandma and Auntie P are accountants, so they were busily working away until April 17th (and beyond) telling clients just how much money they owed. That left me to do the planning. I picked dates and finally got them approved by everyone. I found a rental house. I rented it. I made spreadsheets and charts and graphs and newsletters and handouts and little packets full of all the information people needed. Remember this. *I* planned the whole trip. No one else did anything. They did cheerfully read everything I sent, and Auntie P made a few ADRs, but in general - it's all my fault.
May 1st I ran around and picked up a few last minute items, loaded the car and tucked my beautiful 3 year old into bed at 8:30 (having let her stay up an extra half hour). Then I went to bed because we were leaving the house at 4am, which meant I would be up a little after 3. The plan was that I could get a good 4 or 5 hours of the 11.5 hour drive done before she woke up for the morning.
At 9:00 there was a large bang, followed by screaming. She was trying to go to the bathroom and knocked the stool/seat combo over while she was on it. She spent the next hour perched on the toilet, trying desperately to stay awake. Then she fell out of bed, had a crying fit or two about her bedroom being dark, and generally kept me awake until 11pm. It took me another hour to fall asleep.
You know, when you've only had 3 hours of sleep, 3am is even earlier than it normally is. I was torn between going back to sleep until 6:30 and just biting the bullet and getting up. Since I'd woken up at 1am and 2am, and was likely to wake up at 4am, 5am and 6am I just crawled out of bed. Coffee. Much coffee. Load the cooler, put the last things in the car, kiss DH goodby, load the sleeping pre-schooler in the car. Sleeping pre-schooler woke up as soon as I lifted her and chattered all the way down to the car. We hit the road at 3:45am. At 4:30am, MonkeyGirl was *still* awake. She was asleep when I could see her under a streetlight at 5 though. At 6 I stopped for gas near the NC/SC border. She woke up, looked out the window at the pre-dawn greyness and said "It's light out!" She was up for the day. It doesn't pay to leave home at 4am.
MonkeyGirl was a very good girl in the car, and we made good time. However, somewhere in the middle of Georgia I realized that I had forgotten to pack the stroller. 13 days at Disney world, and no nice stroller. Ouch. I can rent one, I could buy one, but that's nearly as expensive as renting and we *have* a perfectly good stroller, I just forgot it.
Around 1:30 we stopped in St Augustine so that she could look around the outlet. We're trying to teach her money-handling skills, but I didn't want to deal with the problem of her losing all her cash at WDW, so I had made "Monkey Money". Each "bill" was worth one food item (like a Mickey Bar) or $3 (pre-tax) toward merchandise. That was mostly to keep the numbers low enough she could grasp them. At the outlet I told her that she could spend 3 pieces of monkey money to get something she wanted. "Like a Monkey!" she says. I didn't think that she could find a monkey, but said we could look.
Beeline for the stuffed creatures bin, and she starts hunting through for a monkey. "Not a monkey" "Not a monkey" "Not a monkey" No monkeys in the whole bin. So we look some more. She finds a coloring book. That's one monkey money. She looks some more. Princess hats were examined and discarded. Clothes were found wanting. All she wanted was a monkey. Then she found the trading pins.
I had thought she was *way* too young for trading pins, and had considered and discarded the idea of buying her a few trading pins from e-bay (5-10) as a way to get her to interact more with people. Apparently I was wrong (again).
She really wanted a moving Donald pin, but it was 4 pieces of Monkey money. Then she saw IT. An Abu pin. "Monkey!" she shouts. She she starts jumping in circles, chanting "Monkey! Monkey! Monkey! MONKEY!" Fortunately it only cost 2 pieces of Monkey Money.
We took her purchases and went to check out. She proudly set her coloring book up on the counter with one piece of Monkey Money on it, and then her pin with 2 pieces of Monkey Money next to it. The CM exclaimed over her money and invited her back to help run the cash register. So MonkeyGirl scanned her own items and put them in the bag. Then she got 2 Mickey stickers (which were promptly applied to her shirt), a magical moment certificate (guest of the hour) and a goofy pin! She was over the moon, and I thought it was an excellent start to our vacation. I completely forgot about the stroller issue. The last few hours flew by. Then we got to the rental house and our vacation lost a little magic.