jordansmomma
<font color=darkorchid><marquee>DebbieLouWho Wendy
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I wish this could have happened 3 or 4 years ago, for my make or break relationship. He happens to be a scopio also, but we broke. 
I am happy to hear that your Disney trip helped. We should have tried Disney, but we did try the counselor ( i think they just like the money you give them for their serivces!!) I can't wait to read more!!
I am happy to hear that your Disney trip helped. We should have tried Disney, but we did try the counselor ( i think they just like the money you give them for their serivces!!) I can't wait to read more!!
I glanced around to see how many poor passengers had heard this defecation declaration and luckily it appeared that a) there were still many empty seats near the front of the plane where we were and b) the ambient noise of boarding guests had muffled my toddler. I leaned in and explained to him that he was just going to have to wait until after take-off. Of course, this resulted in catching a whiff of said toddler. I rolled my eyes and hoped that the smell wouldnt permeate past our seats. 
As the flight attendant said in his welcome announcement, Remember that next time were late and well call it even. Did I mention how much I love Southwest?! 
We are off the plane, bathroom break baby swap, and down to the baggage claim in record time and begin the wait for our luggage
all 6 pieces of checked luggage (yes, for only 2.5 of us, I know
). Now this part I hate because it takes soooooooo long, but this is the Orlando airport people, not Southwest people, cause we know theyre efficient. We know our bags made it on the plane down with us because we watched them being loaded from our window on the plane, me and the loaded toddler. Now its just a matter of waiting. 
Dh didnt change into shorts on the plane, so he is still in jeans, t-shirt and sweatshirt. It was warm in the terminal, little air circulation, and he is starting to sweat. Connor is trying to get his fingers jammed in the luggage conveyor, announcing in his non-indoor voice to every bag that goes by that our suitcase? "CONNOR, get back from there!!" I offer to go get a trolley cart, because I know we still need to haul all this luggage and our carry-ons and one busy toddler down to the car rental desk, but dh is already in one of those moods
ladies, you know the one I mean
the one similar to when our men get lost on the drive, obviously lost, and the mere mention of stopping and asking for directions elicits the furrowed-brow, cave-man like grunt. Nope, hes got it covered. Ok
I, on the other hand am calm, not-so-cool, but collected, knowing that I have planned this trip so well that this will be the longest line we stand in. And it was long. 45 minutes to be precise. Wont make that mistake again. Next time I will register all my drivers licence, personal information and blood-type on-line with the car-rental reservation and by-pass all this waiting, internet security or not!! 
Momentary flash-back to the big black-out of 2003. Most people in the north-eastern US and Ontario know of what I speak. I was on maternity leave at the time, picking up photos taken of the little guy the day before at our local grocery store photo studio. The power went out 4 minutes after I got off the elevator with ds in his stroller. 
Had we been in that elevator, chances are good we would have been there for quite some time. Stuck. With no food, some baby formula, and no air conditioning. I have never quite gotten over the near-miss we had, and I can work myself up into almost a full-blown panic just at the thought. And Im not claustrophobic. Fast-forward to the airport and we get off the elevator not moving up and wait for the next elevator. And wait. And wait. I am (correctly) imagining dh above boiling over trying to find us. When we do finally get up to the second level and locate him, I can see the fire in his eyes. Hes ticked. More than that, but being a family board, I cant really use the appropriate words to describe the sentiments that were being directed my way telepathically (or psychopathically as it were). 
We head towards the cars and of course, the aisle for the standard SUVs is on the opposite side of the garage from where we are. Dh, having left the reservation/planning to me, is not aware of why we are walking to the opposite end of the parking garage and starts to question. His voice is cracking, he is starting to get the girlie squeal going a little that he gets when hes realllllyyyy had it up to here with me. I keep walking, all the while telling Connor to slow down, stop, wait for Mommy, watch for the car coming, Connor come back, Connor, CONNOR! So now I am starting to lose it a little because I am also neurotic when it comes to ds and traffic. People ahead of us are snapping up their rental cars, loading luggage and squealing out of the parking spots eager to start their holidays. I am envisioning my ds being squashed by an Alamo rental car in the parking garage of the Orlando International Airport. I am now hollering at him in that voice. The voice I hate using because I hate hearing other parents use it, but frankly it is the only one that works. Where you have to raise your voice enough and have that tone that borders on an all out scream in order to get their attention and they know that you mean business. He stops, turns and scampers back with his little bottom lip stuck out. Ok, now I am the mean mommy and daddy is losing it completely. By the time we reach the aisle and discover that there are now standard SUVs left, I am beside myself. So, we proceed to do the unthinkable in my mind. There we are, the two adults on this trip, arguing loudly in the parking garage while our darling toddler is patiently standing there staring at us along with every other Alamo customer walking by. 
As least I tried to whisper the cursing that inevitably ensues in these types of arguments. My apologies to any DISers that had to witness our white-trash moment.
And checking in
Ok, now Im feeling the guilt of my behaviour at the car rental and I start apologizing to dh. He apologizes too and just says hes really hungry, can we just stop and get something to eat. I say we can wait until we get to the resort, but checkin might take a while and lunch at the food court is not in my dining plan plan, so well have to pay out of pocket and itll be a bit on the expensive side. Then lo and behold, Connor starts shouting from the backseat I see Ol McDonalds! I see Ol McDonalds! (He has always been able to spot the golden arches from miles away, even if hes never been to that particular location. I think it is in those manuals they distribute to newborns nowadays just to drive parents insane. And he gets McDonalds confused with the song Old McDonald Had a Farm, e-i-e-i-o
weve given up trying to correct him
. I still have to send an e-mail to Disney to make sure they know how great this was. I have become one who tries to follow the principle that if Im going to write or call or e-mail to complain about something, I need to also balance it with the same effort to compliment great service as well (post-it note to self to do this later tonight). It started with no line-up in the lobby and 4 eager CMs behind the desk waiting to help us 
. We picked the closest one, a very nice girl, although I didnt get her name. Dh picks Connor up so he can see whats going on and he promptly announces (with no prior coaching on my part BTW) Lady, I stay Buzz Lightyear hotel! Ok, I know Im biased because Im his mother, but come on, that was way cute! 
She smiles and starts typing into the computer, then gets on the phone. Shes on the phone for a long time. Connor and dh are now over checking out the store (did I mention Connor has no patience?!?!) When she finally hangs up, she apologizes for the delay and then proceeds to apologize because she couldnt get us into the Buzz Lightyear bldg, but that she thinks well be happy with our room. The only requests I made were non-smoking and somewhere in the Toy Story bldgs. Im good with wherever it is in that section. When she pulls out the map and circles the area where our room is and describes the location, I start the little smile, the inner little happy dance
ok, I think I squealed just a little. From my Disney in my blood research, I know exactly where this room is situated and we are on our way to the perfect holiday. Thank you, you dont know what this means to me, to him, to us is what I managed to blurt out. I collect all our paperwork and keys and meet dh by the store heading my way. He sees my smile 
like who couldnt
I could have lit up the entire eastern seaboard during the big blackout with my smile 
. Whats up he asks. I slyly tell him we have the perfect room and hell see why in a minute 
. We pile back in the car and head over to the Toy Story parking lot, collect our luggage and head towards the room. Connor has not picked up on where we are yet, the bucket o soldiers is too big for him to recognize what it is. I try to steer him to the elevator without glancing at the courtyard until we are on the third floor. Our room is just off the elevator, around the corner and the first room on the right. As he makes his way down the railing, I make sure he is in front and suddenly he sees it
the giant 4-story tall BUZZ LIGHTYEAR!!!! OMG, the kid was at a loss for words, just those hysterically excited sounds emanating from his mouth and hes bouncing all over 
I spent hours and hours and way more money than I should have on ebay last year buying up Buzz Lightyear and Toy Story merchandise for when we moved Connor from his crib into a big boy bed. One day we took him to daycare, stripped his room bare and then hung border, 3 Toy Story movie posters, window valance, and decorated his new-to-us loft bunkbed set with Toy Story stickers and wallies, made the bed with the new Buzz comforter and sheets
needless to say when he came home that day, he was speechless, much like the little squeal and dance we just witnessed). I try to take a few pictures of his excitement and the room before we proceed to destroy it with our unpacking. (Ill try to post pictures tomorrow, I dont have the disk with me at work tonight). Once we get settled in and settled down, I close the drapes and convince Connor that we need to lay down for a nap, otherwise we cant stay up late and go see Mickey. He actually falls for it, as I am sure he really is exhausted by now, and in no time he is sound asleep 
. Dh and I soon follow suit with a quick check that the alarm is set. Dont want to be late for our first ADR.
to you. PM me when you finally post your trip report so I make sure to subscribe. Thanks for the compliment!
