Our wake up call came way too early Sunday morning.
But too early would have been bearable if only Mickey had been the one on the other end of the phone. Thats right. He wasnt. And neither was his freaky little eight armed homie, Stitch. They were both MIA. DH answered the phone excitedly that first morning only to find there was just dead silence on the other end.
Or so he claims.
Whats up with that?
Wheres the love?
Its almost enough to make me wanna Mmm Bop somebody in the head.
Almost, but not quite.
He (we) was (were) more than a little disappointed in the fact that we were awakened by dead air instead of an overgrown rodent and ugly alien tag team, but we hauled our butts out of bed with a smile anyway. Because no matter how surprisingly comfortable the AKL beds were, they didnt hold a candle to what lay before us.
It was Epicot Day, baby.
If you read the last trip report, youre already familiar with our spelling of the second best park on Disney property. I dont spell it that way because I have a freaky thing about misplaced vowels and consonants.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I spell it that way because thats how our daughter pronounces it. I thought she might actually pronounce it correctly this year but we were pleased to find that she still pronounced it wrong. Despite our sons best efforts to correct her. We shushed him on more than one occasion. And no, it wasnt pretty.
Yeah, well be taking that Parent of the Year Award now for sabotaging our childrens vocabulary skills all for the sake of cuteness.
But the way we see it is this. As the years roll by, shell have plenty of time to call the much maligned but still second best park on Disney property by its correct name.
For now, its still Epicot.
And thats just fine by us.
We have our breakfast in the room, get showered, changed, load ourselves down like a couple of pack mules, and then take off down the hall for our first full day of Disney fun. We smell the Disney Mogic as we maneuver down the stairs and head out towards the bus stop.
It doesnt take long for a bus to pull up. We grab some really cold purple seats and settle in for the ride. Because we didnt have to stop at DTD first, we make it to Epicot in record time. Okay, maybe not record time, but decent time. Acceptable time. Respectable time. Morris Day and the Time.
Sorry.
We hop off the bus, make our way up front, and as soon as we catch a glimpse of the overgrown golf ball and hear that music, were instantly transported to our happy place.
I dont think it can be said enough so Ill take this opportunity to say it again. Our entire family loves Epicot. We really do. We love the sounds, we love the smells (not all of them of course), the rides, the countries, the food. It's all good to us. Well, all except for El Rio del Tiempo. We don't love that. But that's beside the point.
When I watched our vacation video the other night, I was reminded that my husband referred to this particular park as the happiest place this side of Heaven. And the tone of his voice and the look on his face told me he really meant it.
Thats how much we love our Epicot.
We have some good friends who wont even waste a days ticket on Epicot when they go to the World. Were seriously reconsidering remaining friends with them. Ditto one particular person on these boards (again, not naming names but its ZZUB) who has, in the past, taken great pains to equate the second best park on Disney property with lameness.
Lameness.
But thats okay though. Its all good. We still love it and still hold out hope that maybe, just maybe someday, our friends both real and imaginary might just come around and see Epicot for all the wonderful things it has to offer and finally give the second best park on Disney property the mad props it deserves.
Whatever that means.
But enough about the Epicot haters. Both real and imaginary.
Back to our happy place.
We stop in front of the ball to have the obligatory picture made and are handed our first Photopass card of the trip. DH goes to get a stroller while the kids and I hang out and peruse the granite garden. We wave to our mugs permanently etched into the stone and and then take off excitedly when we see DH round the corner with the plastic purple stroller.
The kids were ready to see some characters so we made our way over to Living with the Land.
Just kidding. The Character Connection. Thats where we went.
And it was a first for us.
Wed never been to the Character Connection before. Sure, wed heard of it and knew there was a place in Epicot for character meet and greets besides the Double Dutch Bus, but we never really knew where it was or what the deal was with it. But after reading some tips, we made it a priority to check it out on this trip. And we werent disappointed. The whole gang was there. We made our way through the characters lines and tried our best to fill up those Photopass cards. We also got some heavy hitters autographs and some pretty decent face time with the characters.
It was a nice start to the day.
As we were visiting with Goofy, the girl looks over to her left and spots Minnie. It was at this point that one of the most memorable moments of our trip happened. On our vacation video, you can clearly see a slightly impatient Goofy waiting on the boy to find a blank page in his autograph book, me struggling with two handfuls of junk trying to help, and the girl.
The girl makes her way across the bottom of the screen, taking three great big semi hesitant steps toward Minnie. She then sticks her little index finger up, points it straight at Minnie and tells her I got a
toy of
you.
It may not sound like that big of a deal to you, but the expression in our daughters voice and the way she pointed that finger was priceless. She had Minnies number and she was tellin her about it. You can hear both me and my husband cracking up on the video. It was one of those moments that will no doubt be replayed over and over within our family circle for years to come.
It was that cute. Trust me.
Minnie absolutely ate it up. She giggled really big and motioned her over. Because the boy was getting set to take the Photopass picture with Goofy at that time, I told her to just take the picture really quickly first, and then she could run over to Minnie.
Big mistake.
Because not two seconds later, Minnie was ushered off to see Will Smith for her regulary scheduled mindsweep.
We had to wait a few minutes for Minnie to come back and when she did, she didnt seem to have any memory of our daughter giving her the cutest props
ever in the
history of Disneyworld. She also seemed to have no memory that she had just excitedy ushered the girl over as if to say Get your cute little tail over here and get you some Minnie love!
Strange how that worked.
But it was all good. They both still got a hug and a kiss on the forehead from Minnie. The girl was a bit more excited about that than the boy. I think he rolled his eyes if I remember right. Hes eight going on fifteen and hes starting to believe hes too cool to be kissed on the forehead by characters at Disneyworld.
DH not so much still but the boy, yes. He's too cool.
We make our way through the room and wrap up our time at the Character Connection with a visit with Chip and Dale.
There are some characters that some of us like better than others. For instance, the boy is goofy over Goofy. The girls all about Minnie. DH likes that tramp Jasmine, and I love the Main Mouse. But the two characters we can all say we love equally are Chip and Dale. Those goofy chipmunks totally crack us up.
No matter how many times we see them balance a pen on their noses, it still makes us laugh every time. I dont know why. It wouldnt be as funny if we saw the Oven Mitt Man do it. We wouldnt laugh at that. Wed probably grab the kids and do the sidestep all the way out to the car.
But theres just something about those chipmunks.
We spend a good bit of time goofing off with them, take a family photo, wave goodbye and then head out the door onto our next adventure.
Next up is Soarin.
Ahhhh yeah. Mama like.
Over the course of our one week trip, we went to Epicot three different times and ended up riding Soarin four times. We honestly wanted to ride it more but due to crowds, four times was the charm.
We love this ride. Its immersive and amazing and it never fails to put a huge goofy grin on our faces for the entire length of the ride. I get the biggest kick out of looking over at the kids faces as were flying over the orange trees or climbing up beside the snowy mountain peak.
I could go into great detail trying to describe this ride for you. But I dont think I will. Ill think Ill just take you with us instead. If youre wearing flip flops, you might wanna leave em on the floor or lose em forever.
And dont forget to store these little beauties.
Nice work pal.
Buckle up and click the pic.
Once we touch down, we head out to the front and hit the Fastpass machine. Well, we dont actually hit it, we stick our tickets in and get four fastpasses for roughly an hour later.
Then we make a beeline for Test Track.
As we wind our way around the empty queue, we get more excited with each step.
We love this ride as well. Not quite as much as Soarin, but still. Its pretty darn close.
Frankly, Im surprised they havent added a Lightning McQueen character meal and Meet and Greet out front yet. I figure its only a matter of time.
We crowd into the room and maneuver our way through clueless newbies until were standing right beside the door over to the right that leads you out of there.
You know which one Im talking about.
Sometimes being a Disney Dork has its advantages.
As DH and I high five each other over the the prime piece of real estate we managed to score, I notice our son is looking rather fidgety. He then looks up at me and tells me his stomach doesnt feel so good.
And that he thinks he has to throw up.
Right then and there.
Oh, youve got to be kidding me.
I immediately look around for a fanny pack, a keyboard, or a barf bag.
Or at least a garbage can to shove his head in. But theres no such luck. Until those doors open, theres nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
Hello. Were the LaLas and we puke in public.
As I scour the place, the boy looks up at me and says
Him: Mom?
Me: Yes, son?
Him: Does this thing really go 65?
Me: What?
Him: They said this ride goes 65. Does it really? I never knew it went 65.
All of a sudden the clouds part and the source of our sons stomach issues become crystal clear.
Now, I cant tell you how many times the boy has ridden Test Track. He loves it just as much, if not more, than we do. But this time around, he picked up on a little bit of information he didnt possess before. Somewhere in the presentation, he heard them say the top speed for Test Track was 65 mph and it spooked him.
Prime example of why we dont believe in educating our children.
Or do we?
Anywho, when youre eight years old, 65 mph sounds unbelievably fast. When youre thirty five, not so much. Nevertheless, he began to worry that somehow the ride had changed since the last time he rode it.
And that 65 would maybe somehow mean we were all about to go Mach 3 with our hair on fire. On a highway to the danger zone.
And he wasnt feeling the need.
The need for speed.
My husband and I explain to him that the ride is no different now than the other times hes ridden it. And that Mommy drives faster than that to work every morning. He finally decides he doesnt actually have to throw up after all and we convince him to get on the ride with us.
Because its either that or hang out with some stranger while the rest of us get our Laugh Scream on without him.
Kidding.
We pile into our car, buckle up, pull on our yellow straps and take off.
One of the best pictures I have from that trip was taken of our son on that ride. He was sitting to my right and at the very minute that our car went up on its side in the curve, I snapped a picture of him.
He had the biggest grin on his face and his eyes told the whole story.
He had a blast.
Speed? He was speed.
After the ride was over, we made our way past the photo place. Redneck Ride Photo Number One coming up.
One thing that was new this time around was that you could swipe your Photopass card and have the ride picture added to your collection on the card. Even though Id already taken the Redneck photo, I stopped and swiped the card anyway.
Not because I had any intention of actually purchasing it later, but I did it just because I could.
I was on vacation.
Gimme a break.
Like you dont do the same thing.
As we make our way through the dump shop, I hear someone mention how cute the girl is. Just like every other mother on the face of the planet, my ears perk up and I get extra nosy when I realize someone is talking about my child. I turn around to check out the situation and find that the voice belongs to a CM. She had spotted the girl in her bright red eye catching Disney logo shirt (yes maam) and was enamoured of her.
She has a big smile on her face and doesnt take her eyes off our daughter. Once she realizes the red Disney Tshirted child belongs to us, she approaches us and asks if we have a few minutes to spare.
She wants to know if wed like to participate in a special activity.
Whats that? Was she
.picking us out of a crowd?
Why yes I think she was.
DH and I exchange glances and we just know weve hit the jackpot. We high five each other with our eyes. Just our eyes. Cause we had to look cool and detached. As if we werent expecting anything. But deep down, we were giddy.
Because a Dream was knocking on our door.
Well hello there Free
Disney Vacations For Life.
Come on in, kick your shoes off and sit a spell.
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