Watch out - Jen's gonna BRING it!
It's really too bad they don't install ejection seats, y'know?
I have a mentla note to bring a cup with lid and straw next time I fly with Leo - all was fine, but I was a wreck watching him try to handle one of those squatty in-flight plastic cups! 
Ruh-roh.
I can't believe how rude they were!
Subscribing. Cant wait to hear more!!
You win a mighty big ...
Another Lurker here.....I am hoping they aren't staying at the same hotel.
and evil! 
lookin forward to the next installment
You have SuperWoman fingers!
You've gotten them too?
Really though, I don't wish that on any one. It is a disaster waiting to happen! Thank you! It was hard to hold it all in... for that long of time.
Ooouuu I missed that episode! I liked that show, is it still on? We don't have SouthWest, but I think I would fly them after watching how well they handle themselves.That reminds me an episode of that show AIRLINE, where there was a group of like 20 people who were so rowdy, that when they landed t hey were escorted off the plane by the police
Trust me... Mine does too at times. I was trying to hold it together for the sake of the passengers around us and most importantly, my DS!
Awww thanks!You deserve a
Your telling me! I hope to never get stuck with people around me that that again!
I just hate it when I get slammed with the seat in front of me the second we are in air. There really isn't much room without that seat back!
That FA was awesome. Awesome, but I am sure she was at her wits end with them.
Awwwee, really?The fockers are all very proud
I was shocked that the AM played out as it did, shocked! I hope the LOUDS learned their lesson and stop behaving bad.
YES! That is what they need! I bet the flight crew would love them too. 
I'm crossing my fingers that I had my one and only really bad flight.Wow Jen!
Where did they all go?
Another Lurker here.....I am hoping they aren't staying at the same hotel.
I bet you have it in your too.You are just too smooth!
We are woman, after all!
Shed knee the seat, Id move.
Shed knee the seat, Id move.
At the end of the safety instruction we were welcomed onto the flight, by the flight crew. Lill diz was personally welcomed, as the flight crew announced to the flight that they had a birthday boy on that flight, who didnt know he was going to WDW until he got to the airport that morning. They wished him a happy b-day and encouraged people to stop by and wish him a happy birthday, if they were up and headed to the loo at the back of the plane. They even announced the secret to spotting the birthday boy, was looking for the boy wearing the Mouse Ears. He was a dead give away, and until close to landing, Lill diz was not interested in removing his ears because he was enjoying people asking him about his surprise. The special attention was good for my ds. Real Good!
But there were none.
Where did they all go?
UP NEXT: Still not tellin
I went to find it but photobucket is down, sorry
I think this calls for Jo's picture... JO! Where's the Focker Trailer Park Picture?.
Once is enough I'd say!We've only gotten them once.
Thanks Jo for tryingI went to find it but photobucket is down, sorry
Thanks Janet! That is the exactly where I vision the LOUDS lived.
Soooo scared to hear how the trip goes once they join in ... eekThe other half of the mom/child trip was Gs DD, T (5), who until I vacationed with her, I thought was a sweet, spirited child. Well, I thought wrong! After seeing her in action, I will refer to her as the BRAT! Trust Jen, this child earned her title. Earned it fair and square! My name for her is a mild reaction to what she showed me. Remember she is an only child.Dont forget it! **Side note:If ever you thought it may be a great idea to have one child. You may think again after you meet the BRAT.** She gave all only children a bad wrap on this here trip. Really BAD Wrap!) This only child needs a big check of reality and some lessons in how to be a good little girl... A well behaved, good little girl. She was in need of some good, strong parenting. Parenting, which I dont believe shes seen the likes of thats until she was on vacation with ME! princessjv!
The BRAT is not what youd call a girly girl. Nope! She prefers trucks and cars. The last time she visited our home my DS even tried to push off his Power Ranger craze on her. The BRAT has a mind of her own and isnt so much into cutsy, girly stuff. In fact while G & the BRAT were visiting last summer G bought the BRAT the cutest back to school outfit for Kindergarten. A few days into the new school year G tried to put it on THE BRAT. THE BRAT wasnt having it and threw a fit and bit G.
I kid you not, she BIT her momma.
Unhuh! A 5 year old BIT her MOMMA!
After hearing that story, I should have been afraid, very afraid. But I wasnt. Seems my mind was to preoccupied with what was going on around me. Had she done that in my presence, under any normal circumstance, she would get lesson of what is and is NOT acceptable for a 5 year old princessjv style, that is. Cause this momma doesnt put up with nuttin!
Got it?
Nuttin!
The Brat is the one in the middle...mine are on the outside...
Even though I knew about this many months ago... I still cry today for you...
Great Job MamaAbout then, we arrived at the airport terminal and were parked in front of our carriers entrance.
Do you know where you are now?
Ummm, No
Do you think you have ever been here before?
I think soooo
What do you think this place does?
LONG PAUSE, whilst he thought and thought and thought and thought and thought and thought about it.
In the mean time, I went ahead and made home made baklava, baked a batch of cookies and decorated a birthday cake.
Then we got~
Is this the airport?
Ding, ding, ding ding!
Unlce J & I in unison, just about bursting with anxiety and excitement yelled, YESSSS!
Um, Hello little man, what gave you a hint ? The signs with the pictures of the planes all the way here or the fact that there is family upon family emptying out of their Minivans with piles of luggage?
What do you think we are doing here?
Long drawn out pause (We were patiently er not so patiently thinking Okay kiddo, you have got to get this soon. Were sitting in drop off parking and the rent a cop is about to chew our head off if our car does get a move on.)
Are we here to go on a tour?
NNNNOOOO, they dont let you do that anymore.
Go on an airplane?
Ding, ding, ding! Vanna give this kid a prize!
YES!
Are we going to Disney World!?
(NOW howd he guess that? Maybe because he has ONLY gone on airplane rides when he has gone to WDW).
With so much excitement you thought wed gone on and weed our pants, both J and I yell Yes!
With a worried look of despair, he returned a quick reply of, What about Sissy?
The boy was truly concerned here. He was worried about his sissy not being in the car, therefore not coming with to the wonderful world of Magicalness.
Lill Diz knew that his baby sister, no matter how much she drove him nuts, has wanted her some Disney Magic. Tinks had been talking about Dinee Woold since our last trip, in Jan.
Non-stop talking, kind of talking.
She had watched the videos, saw the commercials and memorized the Sandra Brown Travel Channel specials. Our girl was set to be Snow White for Halloween and had even practiced her princess wave every time she saw her reflection.
I had to break the news to my dear lill diz that this here trip was intended for him and me, and him and me alone. No Tinks or daddies allowed! Or in his case, as he has spelt out on his bedroom door: NO GrULS ULOWD IN Miy RoMe!!!!!!....... with pictures of flames and a gremliny, mean faced monster! (he says momma is exempt from such posted sign rules).
I explained that just the two of us were going to the place of magic and we were going to eat, drink and sleep magic. We were going to have the best time ever. Just us.
Ugh.... they sound like 3 hands full!! Sorry u had to deal with thatNow 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 lill 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!
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 lill diz was attempting to pose as he drove) and push lill 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 werent having it.
I pulled lill 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 didnt leave.
Nope.
They followed him to the climbing play area. Then yet again, one of the LOUD children chose to push my lill 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 lill 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 chilluns made up some larger than life fabrication of how all of the unsupervised LOUD chilluns 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) wouldnt 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. Lill 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 lill 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 lill diz.
I heard them first.Didnt 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 wasnt 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 didnt 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 couldnt 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 couldnt find an available overhead compartment and dropped her bags in the aisle, demanding that the flight attendant come and put it somewhere.
Now this wasnt 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 chilluns 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!
grrrrrShed knee the seat, Id move.
Shed knee the seat, Id move.
Ooouuu I missed that episode! I liked that show, is it still on? We don't have SouthWest, but I think I would fly them after watching how well they handle themselves.
Thanks Janet! That is the exactly where I vision the LOUDS lived.
