That's right. It has been a year today since our last family trip to WDW commenced and it just seems like, oh say, about 3. We can just never get enough of the World. Since my last return from the World I found truth and love and spiritual enlightenment here on the DIS by reading some of the wonderful TRs that are out there. I was inspired to write my own and what better day to post it than the 1 year anniversary of the kickoff? So, with that said, enough of the silliness. On with the....well, silliness.
Chapter 1 the introductions
Here is my much anticipated and long awaited trip report on our family trip to WDW this year. A family trip you say. Why would we call it that? Well mostly because it involves my small but loving family. Who are we you ask? Who are any of us? Its a question to be pondered. Well here is the cast of characters and characters they be, matey:
DW Lauren is her given name. Im thinking about not putting her age here due to my unhealthy fear of an early death by slow and painful dismemberment. Lauren is this cute little blond woman that I have been married to for 15 years this August. She is a Realtor by trade so anytime we plan a trip you just know business is gonna pick up like crazy.
DS Will by birth a.k.a. Willster, the mighty Willster, Bubbie or as his mommy still affectionately refers to the little bugger baby. I guess he will always be moms baby. Hes 6 now but when the trip commenced he was a mere 5. What a great time to go to WDW, huh? Why is it a great time? Cause in about 4 or 5 months he started kindergarten and basically life as he knew it was over. Since its almost time to face the real world lets face Disney World first!
Me Kevin, 42 years old, engineer/Realtor right now. Really having a hard time here deciding what it is that I want to be if and when I actually grow up. From the looks of it thats probably not gonna happen anytime during my lifetime. I still feel (and act according to DW) like a kid. Its cool knowing that at some point in the next couple of years my DS will be more mature than I am. I attribute this to my desire to maintain my youthful good looks.
DD & DM my father and mother. Yep thats right my parentals met us at the WDW. They just couldnt stand the thought of missing their one and only grandsons first visit to the world. I think they actually believe that, if he didnt hang the moon, he at least knew the guy personally that did. DS loves him some Memaw and Papaw and I cant blame him. They are good folks if I do say so.
Heres how its gonna work. DM has a whoa-you-aint-gonna-get-me-on-another-one fear of airplanes. The last time we ventured off to the world we flew. Yes, as in a plane. Me and my sister convinced her that it was no big deal. It wasnt a big deal until we started back home and Im pretty sure I overheard the pilots say that the big black storm that we were about to pass through was in fact a big deal. Needless to say the bumpity bumpity stuff was enough for DM to declare an end to her days in the air and that was it for our Amelia Earhart visions. Im still not sure how that riding with dad down interstate 95 would be considered safer than falling 30,000 feet out of the air in a large aluminum tube but who am I to question the logic of the woman that brought me into this world? So flying was out. What else was out you may be asking at this point. Strangely enough sleeping in any bed other than her own was also off the table. DM and DD love the RV and they have watched maybe just one or two too many of those reality documentaries on Foxnews showing what sort of nastiness the CSI people find in the sheets of hotel rooms. Heres a quick aside why is it that the CSI folks, given the obvious abundance of training and technology that they possess- go into a room in the middle of the night without turning on any lights and use this little Maglite flashlight with 2 AA batteries to find clues that may convict a murderer? Im thinking there is a light switch on that wall that may actually help here people.
So the DM and DD are gonna be taking the RV and staying in the Fort Wilderness. My DW on the other hand has decided over the years that she would much prefer a hotel room. Given that Im getting to go to the World and she has done all the planning and reservations who am I to deny this sweet woman this saint in mouse ears that can tolerate and put up with her DH and DS the luxury of sleeping in a bed that doesnt have wheels under it. Dont get me wrong we love to camp but for this trip it was gonna be All-Star Movies or so we thought.
Some of my earliest and best memories of WDW revolve around Ft. Wilderness and some of the sights and sounds that you just dont get anywhere else. There was the old musket gun that I bought at the trading post and still have somewhere in a closet. And the smell of the Trading Post. I can still smell that smell in my memory and it takes me there immediately. Its like no place on Earth.
The plans are laid, the reservations made, the dreams closer and closer to becoming reality. What could be better?
Chapter 1 the introductions
Here is my much anticipated and long awaited trip report on our family trip to WDW this year. A family trip you say. Why would we call it that? Well mostly because it involves my small but loving family. Who are we you ask? Who are any of us? Its a question to be pondered. Well here is the cast of characters and characters they be, matey:
DW Lauren is her given name. Im thinking about not putting her age here due to my unhealthy fear of an early death by slow and painful dismemberment. Lauren is this cute little blond woman that I have been married to for 15 years this August. She is a Realtor by trade so anytime we plan a trip you just know business is gonna pick up like crazy.
DS Will by birth a.k.a. Willster, the mighty Willster, Bubbie or as his mommy still affectionately refers to the little bugger baby. I guess he will always be moms baby. Hes 6 now but when the trip commenced he was a mere 5. What a great time to go to WDW, huh? Why is it a great time? Cause in about 4 or 5 months he started kindergarten and basically life as he knew it was over. Since its almost time to face the real world lets face Disney World first!
Me Kevin, 42 years old, engineer/Realtor right now. Really having a hard time here deciding what it is that I want to be if and when I actually grow up. From the looks of it thats probably not gonna happen anytime during my lifetime. I still feel (and act according to DW) like a kid. Its cool knowing that at some point in the next couple of years my DS will be more mature than I am. I attribute this to my desire to maintain my youthful good looks.
DD & DM my father and mother. Yep thats right my parentals met us at the WDW. They just couldnt stand the thought of missing their one and only grandsons first visit to the world. I think they actually believe that, if he didnt hang the moon, he at least knew the guy personally that did. DS loves him some Memaw and Papaw and I cant blame him. They are good folks if I do say so.
Heres how its gonna work. DM has a whoa-you-aint-gonna-get-me-on-another-one fear of airplanes. The last time we ventured off to the world we flew. Yes, as in a plane. Me and my sister convinced her that it was no big deal. It wasnt a big deal until we started back home and Im pretty sure I overheard the pilots say that the big black storm that we were about to pass through was in fact a big deal. Needless to say the bumpity bumpity stuff was enough for DM to declare an end to her days in the air and that was it for our Amelia Earhart visions. Im still not sure how that riding with dad down interstate 95 would be considered safer than falling 30,000 feet out of the air in a large aluminum tube but who am I to question the logic of the woman that brought me into this world? So flying was out. What else was out you may be asking at this point. Strangely enough sleeping in any bed other than her own was also off the table. DM and DD love the RV and they have watched maybe just one or two too many of those reality documentaries on Foxnews showing what sort of nastiness the CSI people find in the sheets of hotel rooms. Heres a quick aside why is it that the CSI folks, given the obvious abundance of training and technology that they possess- go into a room in the middle of the night without turning on any lights and use this little Maglite flashlight with 2 AA batteries to find clues that may convict a murderer? Im thinking there is a light switch on that wall that may actually help here people.
So the DM and DD are gonna be taking the RV and staying in the Fort Wilderness. My DW on the other hand has decided over the years that she would much prefer a hotel room. Given that Im getting to go to the World and she has done all the planning and reservations who am I to deny this sweet woman this saint in mouse ears that can tolerate and put up with her DH and DS the luxury of sleeping in a bed that doesnt have wheels under it. Dont get me wrong we love to camp but for this trip it was gonna be All-Star Movies or so we thought.
Some of my earliest and best memories of WDW revolve around Ft. Wilderness and some of the sights and sounds that you just dont get anywhere else. There was the old musket gun that I bought at the trading post and still have somewhere in a closet. And the smell of the Trading Post. I can still smell that smell in my memory and it takes me there immediately. Its like no place on Earth.
The plans are laid, the reservations made, the dreams closer and closer to becoming reality. What could be better?
