"MEET THE LOUD'S"...Orlando here we come!
As far as flights go, ours was uneventful. Except for the LOUD family who sat around us. Yes, all around us. They were in front of us, behind us, and in the section of 3 seats across the aisle from us.
We first met some of the members of the LOUD family in the airport play area. Lil’l diz was playing, meeting new “friends” (anyone who he talks to is his FRIEND). He was telling anyone who would listen that it HE was going to Disney World and just found out when he got to the airport.
Anyone, who would listen ~ ANYONE!
My boy was proud. More than once he pulled my face down to his level and told me that we were going to have sooo much fun, just him and me and NO Tink.
During one of those moments, is when I realized just what effect Tink had made on my lil’l diz’s life. Each member of a family takes on a certain position. Within that position you fulfill your family duties. Some positions at times can outshine others. This is hard for the youngest members of the family. These positions are especially hard on an older sibling who, until their younger (newer model) sibling came along, they were the ONLY child. The Only child, who since birth was stopped by strangers to gaze into his brown eyes. A child who in his own rights, was the “star” of the family. That is until his sister was born. Don’t get me wrong, I love both of my children with my life, but… Tink earned her title as "Sucker of energy from the room" for a reason. For Lil’l diz, she was a great addition to the family (at times). He loved her dearly, but my boy was aching for some more mommy time. Tink’s zest for sucking the energy out the room was getting to him (I could see that). Add knowing his one and only grammy was really, really sick, and it equaled my boy needing me, his mommy more than ever right then. He needed me, and me alone, just the two of us. My sweet boy solidified all of my endless hours of reasoning whether to go to WDW or stay home, even more…in just a few small instances... when he pulled my face to his and told me how much much fun we were about to have... alone... without TINK or Daddy.
Now back to the airport play area and our first experiences with the LOUD family.
In the play area they have a pretend airplane, which my lil’l diz was pretending to drive and I was trying to take a picture of said moment…when in comes the LOUD children. It was like a herd of buffalo was let loose. They were out of control. OUT OF CONTROL!
They ran from one play thing to another. Jumping, screaming, pushing and shoving their way along. No restraint was taken as they unleashed themselves and went ballistic! Oh yea, THEY unleashed THEMSELVES. No parent in sight. None. Nowhere. There was not one grown up looking after them, anywhere in eyes sight. Apparently their parental units decided that after they assisted their LOUD Children through the security check point, the rest was up to them. The Loud Parents were on vacation, prepared to pay attention to no one.
The one and only picture I was able to get before the LOUD's barged in.
So when they decided to take over the plane (which lil’l diz was attempting to pose as he drove) and push lil’l diz out of the way, I was watching. This momma is always watching (well almost always).
I quickly “stepped” in and asked the LOUD children to wait their turn.
They weren’t having it.
I pulled lil’l diz off of the plane and had him go play on another piece of equipment, telling him (loudly) that those children were not playing nice and when they left, he could go back to the play plane.
They didn’t leave.
Nope.
They followed him to the climbing play area. Then yet again, one of the LOUD children chose to push my lil’l diz out of the way, so they could go down the slide.
I again “stepped” in.
This time I was a bit clearer and told them that they NEEDED to play nice and NOT push. I asked them where there parents were, which I was given a point out the door. Then I told the oldest of the LOUD's that the rules, which were posted on the wall, stated that the children in the play area must be under a certain height and they needed to have a parent, which they did not.
She ran out the door never to be seen again.
Or was she??
After realizing that the now LOUD, NAUGHTY and RUDE children were not going away, I told lil’l diz that we should head to the potty and then our gate, which we did. I should have seen it coming, when we sat down at our gate and LOW and Behold who was there, but the ENTIRE LOUD family. Each “adult” was dressed in some sort of Midwestern, up nordth kind of attire. One was proudly wearing dirty CAT sweatshirt, I saw one had skin tight, white stirrup pants with pointed white shoes, a few had Vikings attire on and all of the men adorned dirty caps, with plastic mess structures which advertised some sort of Midwestern feed company or another.
They were all hootin and hollering about something, and when we were spotted, we got the whispers and pointed fingers directed right at me. I could feel their glares, as I am sure the oldest of the loud chillun’s made up some larger than life fabrication of how all of the unsupervised LOUD chillun’s were minding their business, playing nicely and paying attention to themselves, when this evil, mean lady yelled at them.
Or something like that.
If eyes could throw arrows, I would have looked like their Target Bullseye.
Once they were fulfilled in their imaginary archery lesson, they began to “talk” amongst themselves, only loud enough that every person in a 5 gate radius could hear them. LOUD, they were. Classy they were not. They were hootin and hollering about drinking too much this or that the night before at their local Hicksville bar. Apparently they almost missed their alarm that morning.
Shucks!
I had hoped that they (the LOUD family) wouldn’t be joining us on this plane. I realized the chances were slim to none that this would happen since they were sitting a hop skip and a jump away from the gate. But a girls gotta wish.
It was a relief when they announced that it was time to board. We were in the second boarding group. I waited until the line started moving up before we entered it. I looked over at the loud family and took note that THEY had not moved. It was looking like even IF they were on our plane, chances were they were NOT any where near us.
YIPPEE!
We boarded the plane and as we passed the flight attendants, my very excited ds announced that he was going to WDW for his 6th b-day and he just found out. The ladies were genuinely excited for him and gave him a few minutes of extra attention as we waited for the line to move. Lil’l diz proceeded to give them each a play by play, detailed description of how he was surprised. When the line began to move, he asked if he could go back and find the nice ladies and finish his story. This was one of many moments that played out for my ds getting extra attention from someone, on this trip. Had TINK been with, chances are this would have never happened. I knew that this was just what lil’l diz needed, and just what I needed to witness to yet again solidify my decision to leave for this vacation, when we did.
We settled into our seats and were getting ready for take off. The pilot had already made an announcement saying that they were waiting for a few more passengers to load and we would push off from the gate, in hopes of taking off a bit early. I knew the bank of seats across from us were still open, as was one in front of lil’l diz.
I heard them first.
Didn’t even need to look up to see who was coming. It was the LOUD family. They were strutting their stuff down the aisle, smacking the already seated passengers on the arms, with their loads of carry-ons. I saw what they were doing. Apparently THEY did not, since no apologies were spoken. No way did that family have only the airline allowed amount of carry-ons. It appeared that they had conveniently forgotten to check several of their bags. Or did they?
Oh boy was I excited when one of the Loud family members stopped at our row, checked their seat assignment, gave a snort and moved onward. I kid you not, that lady snorted… at me! What I wasn’t prepared for was that she moved onward to the next row and stopped to sit directly behind me. But before I could think about having to deal with her, next came one of the men. He stopped at the row in front of us and proceeded to argue with the mother sitting in the seat, stating that she was in his seat. People were piling up at this point. The mother was getting nervous. She told the LOUD man that she was traveling alone with her baby and had reserved her seat, so she could go to the restroom to change the baby easily.
He didn’t care.
He started in on this story of how his wife, who was directly behind me reserved the aisle for him, and how the flight was booked up and their whole group couldn’t sit together… Apparently his great aunt Mabel passed on a weak bladder and nervous twitch, therefore he needed to be in an aisle and only in an aisle. Thank goodness, the flight attendant tried coming to the rescue. Tried, but was having difficulty getting through the aisle, because the Loud lady behind me had declared that she couldn’t “find” an available overhead compartment and dropped her bags in the aisle, demanding that the flight attendant come and put it somewhere.
Now this wasn’t just any flight attendant. She was “Wonder Woman”. She stepped right in. Demanded that the Loud lady behind me sit down for take off, as the pilot had in fact begun to push off. Then she scolded her for bringing too much luggage onto the plane. Another flight attendant appeared from nowhere and started re-opening all of the overhead bins, trying to shove the loud family bags in them. At the same time “Wonder Woman” demanded that LOUD man show his boarding pass, in which she discovered that his seat was, in fact the seat in the middle which was vacant, not the seat of the mother and child. She pointed to his seat and said… “SIT!” And that was that, until once he moved, unveiled was a few of the LOUD chillun’s and yet another of the LOUD women, with even more carry-ons in tow. They were eyeing for the seats across the aisle from me. Yes folks,the LOUD family was surrounding us and they were really LOUD!
UP NEXT: PG 12 ~ She Bangs, She Bangs!
You certainly made the right decision in taking this trip with your little man.
. Oh well, we want to know whats next!!! 
This one paragraph really makes all of our fellow Minnesotans look bad. 
Let's hope this was their connecting flight!
) On Friday Morning (very Early) we will be heading over to Coronado Springs. I already have my dining reservations.
