Sop, sopping Wet...Blaahhk!
With no exception to any other time, we inhaled our ‘Pineapple Love Floats’. Pure, light & sweet heaven. My only complaint would be that I wish they’d serve these little creations on a cone, like we have at our State Fair. Momma loves cones! YUMMO! I do understand that with the Florida heat, that this would be a bit of an issue, as their machine usually is producing the softer side of soft-side ice cream. (I know, I know it is not ice cream…) If you haven’t tried it…it is time! Try it, they are YUMMERS!
DS, took in a little spit action. No, no, I do not let him run around and spit… But he sure did enjoy being spit at, by the Tikki, Camel Gods. If you haven’t stopped…do it! It is great fun for the offspring!
At this point it was after Tinks nap time. Knowing that at any given minute she could melt faster than the Dole Whip, we made a choice to head out of the park. When we rounded the corner to Main Street, I got an uneasy feeling.
Should I ask?
Should we go for it?
Will Tink last?
Will Tink make it to the hotel, without fighting me to hold her down?
I hear music and announcements…
Knowing the parade was literally minutes away…
If I miss it, will I get back to this park at this time of day to see it again? I mean ya, I know it is only our 1st full day, but…
So I do my momma magic and talk DH into it. We decide that we will need to nap later, thus should not try to go to Epcot tonight (yes, we are on official day one and I have altered our plans…who is this plan altering woman?). We squeezed our double-wide in behind some nice curb-sitting people, asking if it’s okey-dookey with them to have a double-wide parked behind them 1st…of course!
Being that I had (nor any of my family) not seen the Mid Day Parade (otherwise known as the 3 o’clock parade or Share a dream parade). We were not prepared for the pre-parade festivites that surround it!
Several CM’s lined the pre-parade route and played games with the kiddos who were patiently waiting to see their favorite Mouse! The games ranged from Duck Duck Goose (or Grey Duck as we call it), ring toss, Singing & dancing and I am sure many, many more!
As the Parade got closer, the kiddos quickly dispersed to their ‘home’ parade locations. DH & I kept a close eye on our Lil’l Diz, who was attempting to locate us (no, we did not move). Lil’l Diz got lost in the shuffle (or is it hustle and bustle) and stood in the street looking all around for us with panic on his poor bruised face, yelling MOM! DH had to run out in the street seconds before the parade and swoop him up!
He returned to the double-wide just in time for to see some of this…
When all was said and done. I was happy to have witnesses yet another mid day parade. In just 1 ½ days, I saw 2 of the 3 mid-day’rs. WOW! How lucky was I?
Very…
When we got to the bus stop and we were 2nd in line…Lil’l Diz decided at this point he needed to potty (again). I noticed that off in the distance there was a potty of the portable proportions. So I sent DH to bring him potty. I asked the nice family in line behind me to hold Tink’s hand while I got my stroller prepared for boarding (thanks nice family). In only minutes my men where back, only to be greeted by a nice bus arriving! YAAAA for the POP bus transportation!
Lucky…
Most likely due to udder & complete exhaustion, Tink was calm on the bus ride back to POP. When we arrived in our room, both kiddos were asleep in seconds. DH did some laptop action (or as he calls it…WORK!). I, my friends, grabbed a book and headed to EVERYTHING POP, to take a mental note of all the goodies which I NEEDED to buy by the end of our trip. I then found myself a nice chair at the pool and did me some people watching, um I mean reading…
Although my snoopy watching…I mean people watching was fun, I was aching to get a move on it. At 6PM, I couldn’t take it anymore and went to our room to get the kids up and going. I was in luck, because when I got there they were just about call me and tell me they too were ready. Bonus Points for DH, not only did he get the kiddos ready, he had finished his pending work & began to repack us for the following AM…Go DH! YA!
We reconfirmed that our planned evening at Epcot should be postponed, since we would be moving to an Epcot Resort the following day. So we headed to DTD, to grab some dinner and a bit more shopping. I also needed to pick up my Disney VISA Reward card somewhere in DTD, since it did not arrive before our departure.
BOGO ALERT:
We decided to try a ‘talked up’ sandwich joint called Earl OF Sandwich. Been there? If not, IMHO there would be no need to make a special trip for this place.
When we entered, we were quick to realize that there was a line. A LONG line! I gave the joint my momma 360 scan and also noticed, that although the line was LONG, there seemed to be much LESS Bum seating, than people attempting to plant their bums on those seats. DH & I did the menu search, found several choices that sounded yummo, picked a few and then parted ways. DH & the double-wide filled with hungry, hungry hippos searched the joint for a table for 4. I corralled myself in line to attempt our order.
Don’t you hate going to a new CS style restaurant, where you don’t know the tricks of the trade…?
How do you order?
What do you order?
Where do you order?
Where do you pick it up?
Will we have a place to rest our bums while eating?
I got to the counter, attempting my order-
For DH & I:
Beef n' Bleu - Fresh roasted beef, bleu cheese, lettuce & tomato. Fresh made to order on Artisan Baked Loaf
Our Rating: C
Both DH & I felt although good, it was definitely not something to write home about. The sandwich had a nice amount of blue cheese, however lacked meat, a lot of meat…
The Original 1762 (Hot Sandwich) - Fresh roasted beef, creamy horseradish sauce & cheddar cheese. Fresh made to order on Artisan
Baked Loaf.
Our Rating: C-
We both felt this sandwich was blah. Not only could it have used more meat, a lot more meat…It also lacked any sense of the horsey sauce, which it was to contain…?
Lil’l Diz Man & Tink:
Just For Kids - Grilled Cheese
Kids rating: F
Although DS would not eat it as is. Tink also snubbed it…and Tink eat just about anything (as you will see in an upcoming Epcot visit). It for sure lacked cheese. Esp. in the varieties of cheeses kids enjoy. It reminded me of a smooshed rectangle hoggie bun, with a slice of ½ way melted cheese. Blahhhkk!
The cashier was less than excited to be there. Gave me a few rolls of the eyes when I asked what the Grilled cheese for my kiddos would be like. And I got-
“bread with cheese…grilled.”
Well, DUHHH!
I asked again, this time more clearly- “What kind of bread, what kind of cheese”
I dunno, I can ask, if you need me too?
Forget it… And I paid.
Or did I?
No…
Because you don’t pay at the dude who takes your order. You pay waaay down at the end of the counter…Next to where all of those people who ordered before me, where standing in a football huddle…waiting…and waiting…for their order to be called.
So I shuffled down to the cashier, paid, and began to put my little wallet back into my 2 day old, NEW TRAVEL PURSE…when…
Bump…I was hit in the elbow…
With pen in hand, I marked my 2 day old travel purse…
Doooope!
OUCH! Ooohhhh
Dh, was not going to like this. All he tells me is to watch pens around my purses, since the material is light in nature and he is well aware of my clutsiness.
Booohoooo…
Lump in stomach, I gather our food and beverages and do my momma 360 scan looking for my family. I found DH stalking 2 ladies at a table for 2, waiting for the pounce to grab their table.
Okay, so yes… he did the polite thing and asked if he could take their table…
We all squeeze around the table for 2. Double-wide on one side, DH on the opposite, and Lil’l Diz and I opposite.
Tight squeeze…
I unwrapped all of the goods and started divvying them up (Dh & I like to share, so we can try different things). I handed ds his portion of the ‘grilled cheese’, and BAM! No Sirry, was he gonna eat that! He stated that he doesn’t like rectangle grill cheeses on a bun...
My ds may be an easy going kind of guy for most things.
Food is not one of those things.
Did I write that already…?
“Well son, Momma is NOT going to stand in that line again, so you will need to eat that or eat nothing!
DS, made his choice and was not going to budge! We agreed that if he ate the bread of the sandwich, we would call it even. So that is what he did…ate bread and bread only. Oh well…we tried!
Sorry folks, no pictures of this place or the food. I just wasn’t in the mood to mess around anymore. I had shopping to do.
When I have shopping to do…then that is what I am going to do.
There is just no stopping me.
Well maybe some wetness…
A quickly stop by the information center and I grabbed my Disney VISA rewards card. Wow that was easy. You just need to get the card and call the number on it. They immediately transfer the balance onto the card. Just like that! I like!
We cruised through a few shops on our way to our next destination. Dh was in a desperate search for a running style, polar fleece jacket with the Mouse on it (never found it). We hit the world’s largest
Disney Store and I gave DH orders to ‘go change Tink’ then ‘look around’ (for the watch that he also needed to find), with the double-wide stuffed stroller while I shopped. We then would switch-a-roo and I would take the kiddos to
Lego World.
Off I went. Looking, looking, picking up things, putting a few in my basket, finding other neat things, putting some of those things in my basket, putting some of what was in my basket back, searching and searching for the many things with the MOUSE on them, that I must have. I had my big heart set on finding one of those soccer mom style stick on for the car window, but MICKEY style…not soccer mom style.
Never found it, but did find some funky stick people, so I got a mom, dad, boy & girl.
Cute, just not what I really wanted.
BTW, No offense soccer mom’s…I love soccer mom’s!
I am one too…
A soccer mom, that is…
My time was up, so I went in search of my offspring and bill payer.
Found’em…just where I thought…looking at watches. Dh had this idea that he was going to get a new MICKEY watch on this trip. Last year when we went, he bought himself a little get-up, for his Anniversary gift.
To himself, that is.
Anyways, that nice little get up started to brake, as soon as we got home. Each of it’s little sporty knobby-buttons, made a choice to fall off. One at a time. Turns out, after chatting it up with the CM and showing her DH’s little broken Anniversary present. This model was a defect. Most came back.
Not Dh’s though…why…? Did I not get him the customer service # for WDW to return it before the 1st year…?
Why yes I did…
But he was too lazy to call it. Blahhhkk…
I grabbed my pride and joys. Gave DH strict instructions to buy my goods in the basket, making sure to show the Disney VISA card, to get our -10% off
(TIP, just incase you were not aware…you do not need to physically pay with that high interest card, should you not want too). Gave instructions to meet us at Lego World soon, since there really was no need to hang there. We have a bigger Lego Land in our local Mall of America…not to brag or anything….
So out we went…
Well not quite.
1st we had to maneuver through a sea of man hunters, Mickey style. Weewsh…Out the door we went. At last. Lego’s here we come, around the corner…yea!
What is that noise I hear from the double-wide?
Momma
Momma, poooppy
Poopppy
Achk
Poppy
MOMMA! WAHHH!
DS, starts in, “Mom, Sissy says she pooped…Idonsmellherthough. I think she is wet…her pants are wet…it smells like PEEEEMOM!
Flashback #1…remember the day we left and Tink woke up telling us she poopied, but really pee’d, cause she just wasn’t getting the difference…?
Flashback #2…remember, when less than ½ hour ago, I asked dh to change Tink, then go look around…?
Well, DH FORGOT, or maybe just didn’t want to…
Tink was wet. So wet that she completely soaked her side of the double-wide. Soppy wet kind of soaked.
Thanks…DH, love ya too!
I pulled over and took off her clothes and 10lbs. diaper. Ya, I pulled a mean mom card and stripped Tink in public…What do ya do?!? I will have you know that I did use some discretion and stepped to the side, so people were not directly affected by this. I do have some modesty, after all!
Clothes off, diaper changed…Now how to deal with the fact that I have no other clothes for her and the stroller is soaking…yuck!?
I asked ds to walk, put Tink on his side, took off my jacket and wrapped it around her. Back into the World’s Largest Disney Store we went. I may have had a few…just a few under the breaths kind of words for my dh…
Maybe…?
DS asked if we were going to go get daddy?
No, son, we are not getting dad. I do not NEED or WANT to see dad for a while...A LONG WHILE! Momma needs to get Tink some dry clothes, so we can enjoy the rest of our evening.
Okay, Momma. I will help you find her a cute outfit. (good boy!)
So into the girly, girl side we went and around and around we went, searching for something reasonable priced, that would fit her. See…Tink is a bit on the smaller side. Currently she was over 2, however just about to fit into 18-24 months. I didn’t want to buy a baby outfit, but yet, nothing else came in her size…NOTHING! Come on Disney…cut a cute, small girl who pee pee’d through her diaper, cause her daddy was being lazy…some big girl slack!
So I opted for some over priced purple, Tink Jammies, size 2-3. She will grow into them. This time I brought her into the bathroom to dress her. We may undress in public, but we dress in private!
I soapy water, wiped the seat of the stroller and used the bag, in which the PJ’s were placed as a protector for the seat, so Lil’l Diz could then sit should he need to.
Back to our plan, we headed to the Legos. DH was waiting there, worried, wondering where we were (my phone was dead, so I couldn’t have called him, should I have wanted too…NOT). I passed the double-wide and DS was quick to tell daddy that he was in trouble!
I gave him my hush-toned words, while ds ran off to play.
I made it perfectly clear that HE WAS, NOT ME going to clean that stroller, scrub it clean, when we got back! Then I asked him where my loot was…He told me he didn’t pay for it, but left it in a secret hiding place, so I could go back and pay.
Why men choose to not follow directions is beyond me! So Off I went, in search of my loot and I took my time coming back…my sweet time!
Up Next: We move! And I go picture crazy! Pg 9, Post 124 OR A Tink Update on Pg 8, Post 117...you choose!
But Tink...she is trouble!
.
at first sight. She can call me whatever she likes! So yeah, you can call me Gramma 
It's actually really simple (but don't tell anyone, the part where they think you're a genius is nice for your ego haha 
