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Cast:
Me, Rae, 34, Disney lover
Dix, 43, Great guy
Boo, 4.95 year-old picky eater
Sis, 1.95 year-old
Goldi Locks, Kind DVC member who traded her points with us
Laser-accuser guy: Nice man helping out with world safety
Mr. Customs Man: Grumpy, serious guy in uniform with no patience for drugs or childbirth
Mr. And Mrs. No Manners: Rude people who pop up with different faces throughout our trip
Inventory of important trip items:
Fancy Laser Camera
We stopped at a snack bar and grabbed muffins and milk for the kids and Dix and I ate them while the kids played in the kids play area by the gate. Boo met the nicest little girl there; she was 5, just like he was soon to be, and their personalities were both very outgoing and cheerful. Boo was upset when it was time to board our plane and he had to stand with us and leave her side.
Her family ended up boarding the plane before us and he tried his hardest to get us to run to catch up with her. I tried explaining to him that even if we caught up with her loading the plane, we wouldnt be sitting with her.
He would hear none of it.
When we finally made it to the end of the ramp and it was time to abandon the stroller by the door of the plane, I picked up Sis and left Dix to fold the stroller. Boo was pulling me by the hand, still trying his hardest to catch up with his friend.
Our seat assignments were 15 A, B, and C.
Guess who was in G,E and F? Boos little friend and her family!
See Mommy, I told you we could sit with her if we caught up to her! PHEW! He slid into the aisle seat closest to her.
What could I say to that?
Dix finally made it to our seats and smiled when he saw the girl next to Boo. He squeezed into the middle seat. He told you he could sit with her if he caught up to her , he teased.
Yeah, yeah, I got it. Boo already told me that.
The flight to Orlando couldnt have been better. After much talking with his friend, Boo traded seats with Dix and leaned across my lap while I rubbed his back until he fell asleep. Sis took a little bit longer, with a bit more fighting , but she did go to sleep too. Dix was ultra happy because there was a TV screen at every seat and he was able to watch his sports.
I started to drift off to sleep, thinking about how great our trip was going to be when I realized Boo didn't have a pull-up on while he was sleeping. I shoved my elbow into Dixs ribs. Boo isn't wearing a pull-up!
Oh God, Dix shook his head.
This was serious business. We both remembered the last time we flew with Boo and we forgot to put on his pull-up. He fell asleep, and proceeded to pee all over himself and the seat. He woke up halfway through the flight, soaking wet. We had no other pants for him because hes totally potty trained, except for when he sleeps. We did our best to put a blanket under him to dry him a bit, but it was little help and both Dix and I invariably ended up soaking wet as well. Getting him through customs at that airport was horrible. He was so embarrassed .. and MAD.
I visualized how he would feel if the same thing happened in front of his new little friend. NO WAY! We werent going to let that happen.
We considered waking him, and then I came up with the perfect plan: Wed shove one of Siss diapers down the front of his pants to absorb any accidents. To avoid any unnecessary embarrassment for Boo, wed have to be careful of two things: 1) the little friend couldnt see and 2) Boo could never know we had done it so wed have to pull it out before he woke up.
It isn't easy to lift a thirty-seven-pound child and shove a bulky diaper down his pants while he is in a cozy fetal position. After much tweaking, lifting and whispering, Dix and I managed to pull it off. Boo slept soundly for almost the whole flight and when he started to move around like he might wake up, I yanked the diaper out of his pants and shoved it in the diaper bag.
Note to self: The next time we fly, bring a pull-up for Boo.
Once we were off the plane, we said friendly good-byes to Boo's friend and her family. They told us they would be staying at one of the All Star resorts and Boo was sorry to see them go.
I'm not sure why we said good-bye so early to them because the kids ended up playing together again while we waited for baggage, and we had go through the entire good-bye routine after we retrieved our bags and carseats.
We had seriously debated whether or not to rent a car because the last time we went to WDW,we used a service, which it was great because for about $100 they picked us up immediately at baggage claim and gave us a grocery stop. They even brought their own car seats so we didnt have to lug ours.
Still, when National quoted me their rate for the week, I couldn't refuse. I had told them I was a DVC member and they gave me the discounted rate of $142.81 for a full size car for seven nights, taxes included.
The strange thing is, when I've called back for more National car rentals, they claim they've never heard of DVC and that I must have had the "Disney" discount, whatever that is! I'm not sure what discount we had been given, but whatever it was, it worked!
We made our way to the National Car Rental desk and I plunked the kids' carseats on the floor and they sat in them and ate a snack of Nutrigrain bars, raisins, and fruit snacks while Dix stood in line to pick up the car. The line was endless, and there was only one person working the desk. I regretted that we hadn't taken the time to become Emerald Club members before we left home. The fifty dollar charge would be irrelevant to us because Dix's company had recently decided to use National, and would pay the Emerald Club fee.
An Emerald Club pass would allow us to bypass the line and walk straight to our car.
Live and learn.
Though the kids were anxious to get on the road, the wait didn't bother me too badly. I happen to love watching people in airports. As a child, I spent an enormous amount of time in airports with my family, and mom and I would often pass the time by making up creative stories about the people we saw. Usually by the time we were finished with a layover, we had all the people in the waiting area secretly engaged in a huge soap opera that rivalled daytime television.
I tried to pull the kids into my imaginative play by asking them where they thought some of the people who walked by were going, but Boo's only response was that they were going to Disney World.
Why else would you come to Orlando?
Boo's friend walked by again with her family as they searched for the taxi door. Again came the hellos and goodbyes but this time the mother of the friend asked me if I knew of any good rides for her daughter in Magic Kingdom. I gave her a quick thirty second rundown of rides while the mother frantically scribbled it down on a piece of paper as she walked. My last piece of advice to her was, "Get the Unofficial Guide to WDW" but I noticed she didn't write that down.
She had a lot to learn about all that Disney had to offer.
Then again, so did I.
Next Installment:
Part 4... Just leave me for dead on the side of the road!
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Part 1...We are NOT wanted by the FBI!!
Part 2...I am NOT a drug addict!!
Part 3...Who put this diaper on me?
Part 4... Just leave me for dead on the side of the road!
Part 5... Where is Dix?
Part 6... The Brat Hat!
Part 7...Why didn't I listen to Dix?
Part 8...The Hanky Panky Promise!
Part 9...Forgive me Zurg, for I have sinned.
Part 10...A thief in the crowd...
Part 11...Time for a break...
Part 12...I think I broke my elbow!
Part 13 The German Hottie!
Part 14...The Big Fight!
Part 15...Get your finger off my flab!
Part 16...Lost in the wilderness
Part 17...Tarzan Rocks, but so does Dix! THE END...
Me, Rae, 34, Disney lover
Dix, 43, Great guy
Boo, 4.95 year-old picky eater
Sis, 1.95 year-old
Goldi Locks, Kind DVC member who traded her points with us
Laser-accuser guy: Nice man helping out with world safety
Mr. Customs Man: Grumpy, serious guy in uniform with no patience for drugs or childbirth
Mr. And Mrs. No Manners: Rude people who pop up with different faces throughout our trip
Inventory of important trip items:
Fancy Laser Camera
We stopped at a snack bar and grabbed muffins and milk for the kids and Dix and I ate them while the kids played in the kids play area by the gate. Boo met the nicest little girl there; she was 5, just like he was soon to be, and their personalities were both very outgoing and cheerful. Boo was upset when it was time to board our plane and he had to stand with us and leave her side.
Her family ended up boarding the plane before us and he tried his hardest to get us to run to catch up with her. I tried explaining to him that even if we caught up with her loading the plane, we wouldnt be sitting with her.
He would hear none of it.
When we finally made it to the end of the ramp and it was time to abandon the stroller by the door of the plane, I picked up Sis and left Dix to fold the stroller. Boo was pulling me by the hand, still trying his hardest to catch up with his friend.
Our seat assignments were 15 A, B, and C.
Guess who was in G,E and F? Boos little friend and her family!
See Mommy, I told you we could sit with her if we caught up to her! PHEW! He slid into the aisle seat closest to her.
What could I say to that?
Dix finally made it to our seats and smiled when he saw the girl next to Boo. He squeezed into the middle seat. He told you he could sit with her if he caught up to her , he teased.
Yeah, yeah, I got it. Boo already told me that.
The flight to Orlando couldnt have been better. After much talking with his friend, Boo traded seats with Dix and leaned across my lap while I rubbed his back until he fell asleep. Sis took a little bit longer, with a bit more fighting , but she did go to sleep too. Dix was ultra happy because there was a TV screen at every seat and he was able to watch his sports.
I started to drift off to sleep, thinking about how great our trip was going to be when I realized Boo didn't have a pull-up on while he was sleeping. I shoved my elbow into Dixs ribs. Boo isn't wearing a pull-up!
Oh God, Dix shook his head.
This was serious business. We both remembered the last time we flew with Boo and we forgot to put on his pull-up. He fell asleep, and proceeded to pee all over himself and the seat. He woke up halfway through the flight, soaking wet. We had no other pants for him because hes totally potty trained, except for when he sleeps. We did our best to put a blanket under him to dry him a bit, but it was little help and both Dix and I invariably ended up soaking wet as well. Getting him through customs at that airport was horrible. He was so embarrassed .. and MAD.
I visualized how he would feel if the same thing happened in front of his new little friend. NO WAY! We werent going to let that happen.
We considered waking him, and then I came up with the perfect plan: Wed shove one of Siss diapers down the front of his pants to absorb any accidents. To avoid any unnecessary embarrassment for Boo, wed have to be careful of two things: 1) the little friend couldnt see and 2) Boo could never know we had done it so wed have to pull it out before he woke up.
It isn't easy to lift a thirty-seven-pound child and shove a bulky diaper down his pants while he is in a cozy fetal position. After much tweaking, lifting and whispering, Dix and I managed to pull it off. Boo slept soundly for almost the whole flight and when he started to move around like he might wake up, I yanked the diaper out of his pants and shoved it in the diaper bag.
Note to self: The next time we fly, bring a pull-up for Boo.
Once we were off the plane, we said friendly good-byes to Boo's friend and her family. They told us they would be staying at one of the All Star resorts and Boo was sorry to see them go.
I'm not sure why we said good-bye so early to them because the kids ended up playing together again while we waited for baggage, and we had go through the entire good-bye routine after we retrieved our bags and carseats.
We had seriously debated whether or not to rent a car because the last time we went to WDW,we used a service, which it was great because for about $100 they picked us up immediately at baggage claim and gave us a grocery stop. They even brought their own car seats so we didnt have to lug ours.
Still, when National quoted me their rate for the week, I couldn't refuse. I had told them I was a DVC member and they gave me the discounted rate of $142.81 for a full size car for seven nights, taxes included.
The strange thing is, when I've called back for more National car rentals, they claim they've never heard of DVC and that I must have had the "Disney" discount, whatever that is! I'm not sure what discount we had been given, but whatever it was, it worked!
We made our way to the National Car Rental desk and I plunked the kids' carseats on the floor and they sat in them and ate a snack of Nutrigrain bars, raisins, and fruit snacks while Dix stood in line to pick up the car. The line was endless, and there was only one person working the desk. I regretted that we hadn't taken the time to become Emerald Club members before we left home. The fifty dollar charge would be irrelevant to us because Dix's company had recently decided to use National, and would pay the Emerald Club fee.
An Emerald Club pass would allow us to bypass the line and walk straight to our car.
Live and learn.
Though the kids were anxious to get on the road, the wait didn't bother me too badly. I happen to love watching people in airports. As a child, I spent an enormous amount of time in airports with my family, and mom and I would often pass the time by making up creative stories about the people we saw. Usually by the time we were finished with a layover, we had all the people in the waiting area secretly engaged in a huge soap opera that rivalled daytime television.
I tried to pull the kids into my imaginative play by asking them where they thought some of the people who walked by were going, but Boo's only response was that they were going to Disney World.
Why else would you come to Orlando?
Boo's friend walked by again with her family as they searched for the taxi door. Again came the hellos and goodbyes but this time the mother of the friend asked me if I knew of any good rides for her daughter in Magic Kingdom. I gave her a quick thirty second rundown of rides while the mother frantically scribbled it down on a piece of paper as she walked. My last piece of advice to her was, "Get the Unofficial Guide to WDW" but I noticed she didn't write that down.
She had a lot to learn about all that Disney had to offer.
Then again, so did I.
Next Installment:
Part 4... Just leave me for dead on the side of the road!
****************************************
Part 1...We are NOT wanted by the FBI!!
Part 2...I am NOT a drug addict!!
Part 3...Who put this diaper on me?
Part 4... Just leave me for dead on the side of the road!
Part 5... Where is Dix?
Part 6... The Brat Hat!
Part 7...Why didn't I listen to Dix?
Part 8...The Hanky Panky Promise!
Part 9...Forgive me Zurg, for I have sinned.
Part 10...A thief in the crowd...
Part 11...Time for a break...
Part 12...I think I broke my elbow!
Part 13 The German Hottie!
Part 14...The Big Fight!
Part 15...Get your finger off my flab!
Part 16...Lost in the wilderness
Part 17...Tarzan Rocks, but so does Dix! THE END...
