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LaLa said:caitann24: Glad ya caught that. I knew there had to be more Lost fans out there. Don't ya just LOVE that show? I'm oh so addicted. Can't wait for tonight. New episode with Claire and the baby. Yeah Baby!
It's funny bc DH used to always rag me about watching it....how dumb it seemed..."Oh, the plane crashed and they all lived? Come on. Now they're stuck on an island with some invisible thing that rips up trees? Gimme a break."
Then I bought the Season 1 DVD set and he had nothing better to do than watch with me. He beats me to the couch on Wednesdays now every week and won't stop askin' me questions about it.
I tell DH and the kids that Mama is off duty from 8-9 every Wednesday. No one is allowed to utter a peep to me for that one hour.
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OMG! Was that an awesome episode or what? It just gets better and better
Don't know if you've checked out the Lost threads over on the Community board, but here's a link to one. They're a lot of fun.
http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=917809
Okay, enough Lost talk. Sorry.
Touchin' up the next installment. Hope to post it tommorrow. Sleep tight yall!
OMG! Was that an awesome episode or what? It just gets better and better
Don't know if you've checked out the Lost threads over on the Community board, but here's a link to one. They're a lot of fun.
http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=917809
Okay, enough Lost talk. Sorry.
Touchin' up the next installment. Hope to post it tommorrow. Sleep tight yall!
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A fellow Lost addict here as well. That Mr. Eko is one scary holy man. And Mark, the Whirlwind pastor from Macon, thinks he loses his temper ... whoa.
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After the Mashed ‘Tater Mishap, we decide we are in need of some serious fun and hightail it on over to Adventureland.
We hop on POC. Arrrrr Maties.
Both our kids love this ride and I was a little worried that our friends’ little girl who was 3 would be a little scared, especially in the queue. Something about those dungeon windows just gives kids the heebee bejeebies. DD was a little spooked the year before until DH pointed out how the lady was chasing that bad man around in a circle with the broom.
“You know, honey…like Mommy chases Daddy.”
This she liked. She threw her head back and laughed. From that point on, she was POC-lovin’ chick. She still talks about the lady chasin’ the bad man with the broom. And yes, she is referring to her parents.
I have been a lurker on these boards for a LOT longer than I have been a member and for so long I have read that a Dole Whip is better than …well, you know. Every year, I mean to get one. Every year I say “ This is the year that I will try me a Dole Whip, without question. I will be havin’ me some Dole Whip.” I really do have good intentions and I really do want to try one. I love pineapple. I love ice cream. So I just know I would be on the Dole Whip lovin’ boat too. But so help me I always either forget once I am there or once I remember, the line is way too long or I’m stuffed when I pass the place.
So it was, of course, at this point in the day that we happened upon the pineapple place. Everybody’s headin’ for Jungle Cruise and I spot the Dole Whip stand. I know that if I do not get one now, I will forget about it later.
“Wait” I tell DH. “You ‘member me tellin’ ya about those Dole Whips that everybody on that Disney board raves about? There they are and I gotta get one.”
He looks at me as if I had sprouted a third eyeball.
“Are you serious?”
“Wull…yeah. I mean, yeah. I want one.”
“You mean to tell me that you could actually fit something into your body right now. We just ate ribs and chicken and mashed potatoes and a brownie in the middle of the day and you’re not full? “
As bad as it kills me to admit it, he is right. That is the joy that is The Dining Plan. You feel like the Sta-Puff Marshmallow Man after meals.
“Come on,” he says. They’re all getting’ on the Jungle Cruise. We’re here all week. We’ll getcha one later.”
I longingly look back over my shoulder at all the people getting’ their Dole Whip freak on and I know in the back of my mind that the moment is gone, and I will have to wait for next year.
We catch the last boat out on the Jungle Cruise. Let’s face it. Most CMs on the Jungle Cruise are just really not all that funny. Yeah, they go through their spiel and get some chuckles and everyone is sufficiently entertained. But the CM that we had that day was really hilarious. He kinda put his own spin on the script and we laughed like we have never laughed on that ride. He made fun of the British chick in the front. We all laughed until we noticed she wasn’t laughin’. Oooooohhhh…bad move on her part. Miss Stoneface didn’t know who she was dealin’ with. He let her have it. I mean, really let loose the thunder on her. She finally managed to crack a smile, and even a laugh. We all joined in again.
Target #1 down. Movin’ on.
He zeroed in on DHF and let him have it with both guns.
We busted out laughin’ and quickly checked to make sure he wasn’t offended. He wasn’t, ‘cause he’s cool like that. He laughed more than anybody else on the whole boat. Glad they were having a good time. When you come with Newbies, you always hope that they will like it as much as you do. I definitely think DHF is hooked. He will probably be a DISer before you know it.
Next up….dumdadadummmmmm…
Splash Mountain, Baby.
We just HAVE to stop on the bridge and watch all the suckers scream their heads off. Really builds the excitement level. But let me stop right here and digress for a moment.
Let me take ya back. Waaaaay back. We’re at Magic Kingdom and it’s October 2004. On this particular trip, I was the only person in my family that rode Splash Mountain. I had to ride it BY MYSELF. Now you know you really want to ride a ride when you are willing to ride it with nothing but total and complete strangers around you. I also had to ride RNRC by myself that year. We did not bring along any babysitters or grandmas and Baby Swap only gets ya so far on the big hitters.
So before our trip that year, DS said he wanted to ride Splash Mountain. Maybe. He was a little wishy washy about it and then declared to me that maybe he would just LOOK at it once he got there and tell me then.
So you know how this is gonna go, right? We get there and there is absolutely no line. We had just ridden Thunder Mountain twice with no wait at all, it was just one of those days. No crowds, everything was right in the World. DS is coming off his Thunder Mountain high and is ready to get his Splash on. We get to Splash and then again there is no line at all. None. DH and I high five each other and then it starts.
“Wellllll, I don’t knoooooowwwww…..it’s kinda high” he says.
“Oh, it’ll be fun, you’ll see”, we say.
DD was barely tall enough, but she passed muster and was ready and rarin’ to go. It’s funny how your kids can look so much alike and their personalities can be so totally different. My children are night and day.
We hop in line and we are bookin’ it around that queue. Like run-walkin’. There was literally no one else in line.
I don’t know why, but it is an unwritten law at DW that if you are the only one in line, you must run-walk through the entire queue.
So there we are, DH is carrying DD and I am half leading/half dragging DS by the arm through the winding mile long queue and I finally take a second to actually look down at my child’s face. He is getting more and more unsure by the second. I see beads of sweat pop up on his little forehead as he squishes his eyebrows together. Finally, he can’t take it anymore.
The boy snaps. He stops dead in his tracks, plants his feet and says….…
“NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!”
At this point, he is running in place.
“I DON”T WANNA GO. I DON’T WANNA GO. YOU CAN’T MAKE ME GO!! NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Then he flops down on the ground and does his best to try to turn his body into a brick, determined that no one is moving him.
DH and I both pretend he’s someone else’s kid.
I don’t know why the boy has such a problem with going on this ride. He has been on taller, faster rides before.
Case in point, Atlantis at Sea World. I have to say that Atlantis could eat Splash Mountain for dinner.
Sorry, not gettin’ me any points, I know. I only mean that it is MUCH taller and MUCH faster. There’s even a roller coaster at the end. DH and I almost pooped our pants on that one. And yet, he rode it with us. And yes, he did go willingly. Even happily, as in he couldn’t wait to get on. He was sitting beside his dad, having a great time. We all were having a great time.
But back to the boy.
He was thrilled to be there. You can tell by the look in his eyes on the ride photo that he was thrilled to be there. Or wait. Is that thrilled to be there or scared to death?
Could it be that this is the problem? Could it be that Atlantis has spoiled him for Splash Mountain? Does he think Splash Mountain will be as fast and as tall as the only other log ride he has ever been on in his little life?
This must be what he is imagining in his head as he flails around on the ground and passersby step over him.
Of course being the good parents that we are, we stuff him in the log and tell him to stop that yappin’ and sit still.
Just kiddin’
DH pulls him to the side and ducks out of line with both kids because at this point he has totally freaked out the girl. DH tells me “ Well, at least ONE of us gets to go. We’ll wait on the bridge. Hope ya have fun.” with a roll of his eyes and a glare at the boy.
“‘Kay“, I shoot back. “Meet ya on the bridge.”
So back to the present. Or at least it was 5 months ago. We are standing on the bridge and DH turns to DS and says, “Well son, what’s it gonna be?”
Before we left home, DS had declared that this was the year. He was riding Splash Mountain and couldn’t believe how silly he had acted last year about it all. He was a big boy now though and nothing was keeping him from riding Splash Mountain. Claimed he wasn’t even scared one bit.
Uh huh. He can talk the talk, but can he walk the walk?
Well, apparently not, because as soon as he sees the first boat come crashing down and hears people screaming for their lives, he says “Nope, nope, nope. No way you’re gettin’ me on that thing. Nuh uh. I won’t do it.” DHFDD1 is 6 months younger than DS and they pal around together really well. She sees the fear in his eyes and repeats what DS has said word for word to her dad. Both dads answer their offspring with a very firm “Oh yes you will”. The line was crazy long so the kids escaped by the skin of their teeth this time. DH assures DS that he will not be leavin’ the World without conquering his fear. He can bank on it. Okey dokey.
Stay tuned for more. You didn’t think I’d spend all that time on the set up just to let it end there, did ya?
Movin’ on. …
Ahhhhh yeah. Thunder Mountain, Baby.
There’s a little bit of a wait, but it’s not bad. We love this ride. I do have to say that I always duck my head as we go under the caves and I think about the poor guy out at Disneyland every time I ride it. I wish I didn’t but I can’t help it. I don’t let it stop me from riding it though. It’s way too much fun to miss. We laugh the whole way through. DHFW broke down and rode it bc her DD begged her to go on it with her and ended up actually liking it. Glad to report that she is also a Laugher.
It’s getting really hot and crowded, so we opt on going back to POR for a quick change before our 5:00 ADR at Chef Mickey’s.
All cleaned up, we hop in our cars and head over to the Contemporary. We check in and are seated pretty quickly.
There are 8 of us so they put us at a large round table near the back of the restaurant. At that point, there was hardly anyone else in the restaurant. This was very good timing on our part because the characters came by as soon as we got there. In fact, I went to fix the kids’ plates not two seconds after being seated and I missed The Mouse! I was so upset.
Being the slightly obsessed Mom that I am, I ask DH “ Well, did you get any pictures? video? Please tell me you took video… I can’t believe I leave for one second and I miss Mickey. ” DHF assures me that they indeed are totally clueless and did not take one single picture or shoot any video.
I have to say that the characters spent lots of time with us and they were really on that night. We got lots of one on one time. The meal was really good and I have to say this was one of the best times we’ve had at Chef Mickey’s. Actually, it was one of the best meals all week. We love it. Then again, what’s not to love?
We saw Donald on the way out. Got the pic. Got the autograph. DS tried to squeeze his bill and he batted DS’s hand away. Not hard or anything, but DS got the idea and has not tried to squeeze any more bills since.
Hmmmmmm……in character or just plain tired of his night job? You decide.
After dinner, we caught the monorail over to MK for fireworks. I love the Spectromagic parade and wanted desperately to see it again, but I was outvoted. No one else wanted to park their fanny for over an hour to watch a parade that didn’t throw beads when there were rides a –callin’.
So I went with the flow and we hit several more rides with hardly any wait while the parade was going on. We made our way back toward Main Street and stopped for a lil’ sumpm sumpm to snack on during Wishes. It was then and there that we discovered our new favorite DW snack….the Strawberry Arctic Swirl. They sell them at a little snack place on the right hand side of the castle. Don’t ask me what it’s called because we just happened upon it. At first, vanilla soft serve swirled with strawberry just did not appeal to me. I thought it would taste different, but OMG.....it’s Awesome.
We walked up at the last minute and found a place on the bridge by Tommorrowland. We were amazed to see such a clear shot of Tinkerbell fly over us.
Or was it?
It’s amazing what little known facts you can pick up on the DIS, like the fact that the utilidors were are not actually built underground. They were built at ground level and then MK was built on top of them. Or the fact that the buildings on Main Street get smaller as you approach Cinderella’s castle to give the illusion that the castle is bigger. Or the fact that Tinkerbell may not always be Tinkerbell when she makes that trek across the sky. If you look hard enough on a clear night, you may just be surprised to find that Tinkerbell is actually Tinkerbill.
Tinkerbell or Tinkerbill? You decide.
Hopefully dpic won’t mind me linking, but it’s just too hilarious not to.
http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=976280&highlight=tink
Tinkerbell with a mustache and linebacker legs.
How funny is that? Okay, the joke is too obvious, so just go ahead and insert your own right here and I’ll catch up in a sec.
Ready? Okay, well, Wishes was just awesome. Truly amazing. The music was great, the fireworks were great. The strawberry swirl was great. Who needs a Dole Whip anyway? Great, great, great. Our friends and their kids were just as impressed and all was right with the world. Well, you know, at least in Disney world.
After it ended, we made our way with the rest of humanity towards the exit. We were like cattle. March march march and don’t fall down or you will be gone forever. I was definitely feelin’ the Magic a few minutes before, but now, all good feelings had hightailed it outta there. Why do some people choose not to wear deodorant? Someone please tell me.
We finally get to the monorail station and hop on. We love the monorail. Did I mention that yet? I even like hearing the little spiel they give about fine dining at the Contemporary Resort.
We get to the Contemporary, hike out to the car and make it back to POR. We all fall asleep the minute our heads hit the pillow. Again. Sweet dreams.
Up Next : Do you Remembah…….The 25th day of Septembah…..
(yeah, I know it's supposed to be the 21st night, but hey, it worked)
We hop on POC. Arrrrr Maties.
Both our kids love this ride and I was a little worried that our friends’ little girl who was 3 would be a little scared, especially in the queue. Something about those dungeon windows just gives kids the heebee bejeebies. DD was a little spooked the year before until DH pointed out how the lady was chasing that bad man around in a circle with the broom.
“You know, honey…like Mommy chases Daddy.”
This she liked. She threw her head back and laughed. From that point on, she was POC-lovin’ chick. She still talks about the lady chasin’ the bad man with the broom. And yes, she is referring to her parents.
I have been a lurker on these boards for a LOT longer than I have been a member and for so long I have read that a Dole Whip is better than …well, you know. Every year, I mean to get one. Every year I say “ This is the year that I will try me a Dole Whip, without question. I will be havin’ me some Dole Whip.” I really do have good intentions and I really do want to try one. I love pineapple. I love ice cream. So I just know I would be on the Dole Whip lovin’ boat too. But so help me I always either forget once I am there or once I remember, the line is way too long or I’m stuffed when I pass the place.
So it was, of course, at this point in the day that we happened upon the pineapple place. Everybody’s headin’ for Jungle Cruise and I spot the Dole Whip stand. I know that if I do not get one now, I will forget about it later.
“Wait” I tell DH. “You ‘member me tellin’ ya about those Dole Whips that everybody on that Disney board raves about? There they are and I gotta get one.”
He looks at me as if I had sprouted a third eyeball.
“Are you serious?”
“Wull…yeah. I mean, yeah. I want one.”
“You mean to tell me that you could actually fit something into your body right now. We just ate ribs and chicken and mashed potatoes and a brownie in the middle of the day and you’re not full? “
As bad as it kills me to admit it, he is right. That is the joy that is The Dining Plan. You feel like the Sta-Puff Marshmallow Man after meals.
“Come on,” he says. They’re all getting’ on the Jungle Cruise. We’re here all week. We’ll getcha one later.”
I longingly look back over my shoulder at all the people getting’ their Dole Whip freak on and I know in the back of my mind that the moment is gone, and I will have to wait for next year.
We catch the last boat out on the Jungle Cruise. Let’s face it. Most CMs on the Jungle Cruise are just really not all that funny. Yeah, they go through their spiel and get some chuckles and everyone is sufficiently entertained. But the CM that we had that day was really hilarious. He kinda put his own spin on the script and we laughed like we have never laughed on that ride. He made fun of the British chick in the front. We all laughed until we noticed she wasn’t laughin’. Oooooohhhh…bad move on her part. Miss Stoneface didn’t know who she was dealin’ with. He let her have it. I mean, really let loose the thunder on her. She finally managed to crack a smile, and even a laugh. We all joined in again.
Target #1 down. Movin’ on.
He zeroed in on DHF and let him have it with both guns.
We busted out laughin’ and quickly checked to make sure he wasn’t offended. He wasn’t, ‘cause he’s cool like that. He laughed more than anybody else on the whole boat. Glad they were having a good time. When you come with Newbies, you always hope that they will like it as much as you do. I definitely think DHF is hooked. He will probably be a DISer before you know it.
Next up….dumdadadummmmmm…
Splash Mountain, Baby.
We just HAVE to stop on the bridge and watch all the suckers scream their heads off. Really builds the excitement level. But let me stop right here and digress for a moment.
Let me take ya back. Waaaaay back. We’re at Magic Kingdom and it’s October 2004. On this particular trip, I was the only person in my family that rode Splash Mountain. I had to ride it BY MYSELF. Now you know you really want to ride a ride when you are willing to ride it with nothing but total and complete strangers around you. I also had to ride RNRC by myself that year. We did not bring along any babysitters or grandmas and Baby Swap only gets ya so far on the big hitters.
So before our trip that year, DS said he wanted to ride Splash Mountain. Maybe. He was a little wishy washy about it and then declared to me that maybe he would just LOOK at it once he got there and tell me then.
So you know how this is gonna go, right? We get there and there is absolutely no line. We had just ridden Thunder Mountain twice with no wait at all, it was just one of those days. No crowds, everything was right in the World. DS is coming off his Thunder Mountain high and is ready to get his Splash on. We get to Splash and then again there is no line at all. None. DH and I high five each other and then it starts.
“Wellllll, I don’t knoooooowwwww…..it’s kinda high” he says.
“Oh, it’ll be fun, you’ll see”, we say.
DD was barely tall enough, but she passed muster and was ready and rarin’ to go. It’s funny how your kids can look so much alike and their personalities can be so totally different. My children are night and day.
We hop in line and we are bookin’ it around that queue. Like run-walkin’. There was literally no one else in line.
I don’t know why, but it is an unwritten law at DW that if you are the only one in line, you must run-walk through the entire queue.
So there we are, DH is carrying DD and I am half leading/half dragging DS by the arm through the winding mile long queue and I finally take a second to actually look down at my child’s face. He is getting more and more unsure by the second. I see beads of sweat pop up on his little forehead as he squishes his eyebrows together. Finally, he can’t take it anymore.
The boy snaps. He stops dead in his tracks, plants his feet and says….…
“NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!”
At this point, he is running in place.
“I DON”T WANNA GO. I DON’T WANNA GO. YOU CAN’T MAKE ME GO!! NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Then he flops down on the ground and does his best to try to turn his body into a brick, determined that no one is moving him.
DH and I both pretend he’s someone else’s kid.
I don’t know why the boy has such a problem with going on this ride. He has been on taller, faster rides before.
Case in point, Atlantis at Sea World. I have to say that Atlantis could eat Splash Mountain for dinner.
Sorry, not gettin’ me any points, I know. I only mean that it is MUCH taller and MUCH faster. There’s even a roller coaster at the end. DH and I almost pooped our pants on that one. And yet, he rode it with us. And yes, he did go willingly. Even happily, as in he couldn’t wait to get on. He was sitting beside his dad, having a great time. We all were having a great time.
But back to the boy.
He was thrilled to be there. You can tell by the look in his eyes on the ride photo that he was thrilled to be there. Or wait. Is that thrilled to be there or scared to death?
Could it be that this is the problem? Could it be that Atlantis has spoiled him for Splash Mountain? Does he think Splash Mountain will be as fast and as tall as the only other log ride he has ever been on in his little life?
This must be what he is imagining in his head as he flails around on the ground and passersby step over him.
Of course being the good parents that we are, we stuff him in the log and tell him to stop that yappin’ and sit still.
Just kiddin’
DH pulls him to the side and ducks out of line with both kids because at this point he has totally freaked out the girl. DH tells me “ Well, at least ONE of us gets to go. We’ll wait on the bridge. Hope ya have fun.” with a roll of his eyes and a glare at the boy.
“‘Kay“, I shoot back. “Meet ya on the bridge.”
So back to the present. Or at least it was 5 months ago. We are standing on the bridge and DH turns to DS and says, “Well son, what’s it gonna be?”
Before we left home, DS had declared that this was the year. He was riding Splash Mountain and couldn’t believe how silly he had acted last year about it all. He was a big boy now though and nothing was keeping him from riding Splash Mountain. Claimed he wasn’t even scared one bit.
Uh huh. He can talk the talk, but can he walk the walk?
Well, apparently not, because as soon as he sees the first boat come crashing down and hears people screaming for their lives, he says “Nope, nope, nope. No way you’re gettin’ me on that thing. Nuh uh. I won’t do it.” DHFDD1 is 6 months younger than DS and they pal around together really well. She sees the fear in his eyes and repeats what DS has said word for word to her dad. Both dads answer their offspring with a very firm “Oh yes you will”. The line was crazy long so the kids escaped by the skin of their teeth this time. DH assures DS that he will not be leavin’ the World without conquering his fear. He can bank on it. Okey dokey.
Stay tuned for more. You didn’t think I’d spend all that time on the set up just to let it end there, did ya?
Movin’ on. …
Ahhhhh yeah. Thunder Mountain, Baby.
There’s a little bit of a wait, but it’s not bad. We love this ride. I do have to say that I always duck my head as we go under the caves and I think about the poor guy out at Disneyland every time I ride it. I wish I didn’t but I can’t help it. I don’t let it stop me from riding it though. It’s way too much fun to miss. We laugh the whole way through. DHFW broke down and rode it bc her DD begged her to go on it with her and ended up actually liking it. Glad to report that she is also a Laugher.
It’s getting really hot and crowded, so we opt on going back to POR for a quick change before our 5:00 ADR at Chef Mickey’s.
All cleaned up, we hop in our cars and head over to the Contemporary. We check in and are seated pretty quickly.
There are 8 of us so they put us at a large round table near the back of the restaurant. At that point, there was hardly anyone else in the restaurant. This was very good timing on our part because the characters came by as soon as we got there. In fact, I went to fix the kids’ plates not two seconds after being seated and I missed The Mouse! I was so upset.
Being the slightly obsessed Mom that I am, I ask DH “ Well, did you get any pictures? video? Please tell me you took video… I can’t believe I leave for one second and I miss Mickey. ” DHF assures me that they indeed are totally clueless and did not take one single picture or shoot any video.
I have to say that the characters spent lots of time with us and they were really on that night. We got lots of one on one time. The meal was really good and I have to say this was one of the best times we’ve had at Chef Mickey’s. Actually, it was one of the best meals all week. We love it. Then again, what’s not to love?
We saw Donald on the way out. Got the pic. Got the autograph. DS tried to squeeze his bill and he batted DS’s hand away. Not hard or anything, but DS got the idea and has not tried to squeeze any more bills since.
Hmmmmmm……in character or just plain tired of his night job? You decide.
After dinner, we caught the monorail over to MK for fireworks. I love the Spectromagic parade and wanted desperately to see it again, but I was outvoted. No one else wanted to park their fanny for over an hour to watch a parade that didn’t throw beads when there were rides a –callin’.
So I went with the flow and we hit several more rides with hardly any wait while the parade was going on. We made our way back toward Main Street and stopped for a lil’ sumpm sumpm to snack on during Wishes. It was then and there that we discovered our new favorite DW snack….the Strawberry Arctic Swirl. They sell them at a little snack place on the right hand side of the castle. Don’t ask me what it’s called because we just happened upon it. At first, vanilla soft serve swirled with strawberry just did not appeal to me. I thought it would taste different, but OMG.....it’s Awesome.
We walked up at the last minute and found a place on the bridge by Tommorrowland. We were amazed to see such a clear shot of Tinkerbell fly over us.
Or was it?
It’s amazing what little known facts you can pick up on the DIS, like the fact that the utilidors were are not actually built underground. They were built at ground level and then MK was built on top of them. Or the fact that the buildings on Main Street get smaller as you approach Cinderella’s castle to give the illusion that the castle is bigger. Or the fact that Tinkerbell may not always be Tinkerbell when she makes that trek across the sky. If you look hard enough on a clear night, you may just be surprised to find that Tinkerbell is actually Tinkerbill.
Tinkerbell or Tinkerbill? You decide.
Hopefully dpic won’t mind me linking, but it’s just too hilarious not to.
http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=976280&highlight=tink
Tinkerbell with a mustache and linebacker legs.
How funny is that? Okay, the joke is too obvious, so just go ahead and insert your own right here and I’ll catch up in a sec.
Ready? Okay, well, Wishes was just awesome. Truly amazing. The music was great, the fireworks were great. The strawberry swirl was great. Who needs a Dole Whip anyway? Great, great, great. Our friends and their kids were just as impressed and all was right with the world. Well, you know, at least in Disney world.
After it ended, we made our way with the rest of humanity towards the exit. We were like cattle. March march march and don’t fall down or you will be gone forever. I was definitely feelin’ the Magic a few minutes before, but now, all good feelings had hightailed it outta there. Why do some people choose not to wear deodorant? Someone please tell me.
We finally get to the monorail station and hop on. We love the monorail. Did I mention that yet? I even like hearing the little spiel they give about fine dining at the Contemporary Resort.
We get to the Contemporary, hike out to the car and make it back to POR. We all fall asleep the minute our heads hit the pillow. Again. Sweet dreams.
Up Next : Do you Remembah…….The 25th day of Septembah…..
(yeah, I know it's supposed to be the 21st night, but hey, it worked)
javamom
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LaLa said:
I can sooo, see this. I am worried that my DD will have a similar experience. She "thinks" she likes roller coasters, but she has yet to really experience a real one. I an hoping to ease her along with the easier ones first before I try one of these on her. But, she's pumped for Space Mtn, wants to ride it really badly. Now, I am trying to prepare her by telling her, "Well it is really cool, but you do need to realize that it is really fast, and it is completely dark in there just like space." She just looks at me like "ok, buh-bye pretty lady, love ya."
So, we shall see when we get there I suppose...
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just stumbled on your trip report and am loving it! can't wait for the rest!
Toulouse
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Great trip thread, thanks - I appreciate the inside info about the resort.
Going to DisneyWorld in May and I can't wait. We're staying at POR (I want to stay in the Alligator Bayou rooms). I'm from Canada but a bit of a Louisiana-phile... originally the first part of the trip was going to be Disney and the second part NOLA, however we decided to stay in Florida another week about a couple weeks before Katrina.
I'll get my fix though between Riverside & Pat O's at Universal Citywalk.
Called myself "Toulouse" because Aristocats was my fave, and it's a street in you-know-where.... (see sig)
Going to DisneyWorld in May and I can't wait. We're staying at POR (I want to stay in the Alligator Bayou rooms). I'm from Canada but a bit of a Louisiana-phile... originally the first part of the trip was going to be Disney and the second part NOLA, however we decided to stay in Florida another week about a couple weeks before Katrina.
I'll get my fix though between Riverside & Pat O's at Universal Citywalk.
Called myself "Toulouse" because Aristocats was my fave, and it's a street in you-know-where.... (see sig)
1000thhappyhaunt
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This report is GREAT! I'm laughing my butt off. So... I thought I'd quote from the song La La, by that esteemed artist named Ashlee Simpson, in YOUR honour. Here it goes:
"You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid..."
Oh, nevermind. That's not workin'... it's just creepy. Sorry. Anywho... great report. Keep 'em coming. Thanks, Mel.
"You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a french maid..."
Oh, nevermind. That's not workin'... it's just creepy. Sorry. Anywho... great report. Keep 'em coming. Thanks, Mel.
LaLa
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1000thhappyhaunt said:
Aw man, Mel is singin' Ashlee Simpson to me.
Mama like
Well, not so much the french maid on the floor part , but the first line works.
Okay, so we got Zzub and Mel in the house. All we need is Vettechick and The Whirlwind Trippers and we'll have us a trip report writers party. Wait, gotta include Master Gracie. His reports are hilarious too.
Thanks everybody for all the positive comments. Those of you that are headed to POR will really enjoy it. I know we did.
Okay, I'm off today so I plan on trying to work on the next installment and maybe have it up sometime tommorrow. But for now, it's off to Wallyworld.
Those groceries won't buy themselves. God bless.
LaLa said:Aw man, Mel is singin' Ashlee Simpson to me.
Mama like
Well, not so much the french maid on the floor part , but the first line works.
Okay, so we got Zzub and Mel in the house. All we need is Vettechick and The Whirlwind Trippers and we'll have us a trip report writers party. Wait, gotta include Master Gracie. His reports are hilarious too.
Thanks everybody for all the positive comments. Those of you that are headed to POR will really enjoy it. I know we did.
Okay, I'm off today so I plan on trying to work on the next installment and maybe have it up sometime tommorrow. But for now, it's off to Wallyworld.
God bless.
VERY very funny and love the pics...
so we had an advantage with our "chicken" daughter...we were newbies so she had NO idea what she was walking into on that day to ride (honestly I had no idea it was that dark, loud and jerky either!!) DINOSAUR!!!
OMG could I have picked a scarier ride to lie to my daughter about???? She cried, we laughed, it was a part of us...in the end...guess what...she wants to ride again this year.
I think the "no forcing kid to do things they do not wanna do" rule stinks!! If that were the case teeth would never be brushed, and undies would stay on forever...but sometimes we gotta do what we gotta do!!!
I love the Sea World pic, speaks volumes!!
for the record, I did not "make" her do any roller costers, mountains, or anit gravity spinning rides so I am not THAT bad right???
We loved CM too and felt the same way with the DP...this year we are going sans dining plan...but we will have a blast anyway
can't wait for more!!
thanks
LaLa
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Hey Everybody-
Just putting the finishing touches on the next installment and wanted to reply to a few of your posts first.
javamom- You never know, your DD could wind up loving it and being a roller coaster junkie. My DD hasn't ridden it yet bc she hasn't been tall enough. Maybe on the next trip we shall see....
Toulouse and kam24- hope ya have a great time. You're going to love POR BTW, Toulouse, Aristocats is one of DD's favorite movies of all time. She loves the 'Ladies don't start fights but they can finish them' line. At this point, I'm just waiting for her to drop that line in the middle of a fight with DS.
MOMOFMNM- Ooooohhhh, Dinosaur. Well of course you're not bad. I think every parent knows what their child can really handle and what they can't. Mine will usually start getting cold feet a little in the line, kind of just a nagging worry but then they get on and once it's over, they can't believe they ever worried about it for a second and want to jump right back on. Mostly. He had never done what he did in Splash before so we pulled him out of line right away. But I would never put either one of mine on a ride when they were screaming to get off. That really bugs me.
DH just walked in with supper, so let me go grub and I'll try to get the next piece up later tonight.
Just putting the finishing touches on the next installment and wanted to reply to a few of your posts first.
javamom- You never know, your DD could wind up loving it and being a roller coaster junkie. My DD hasn't ridden it yet bc she hasn't been tall enough. Maybe on the next trip we shall see....
Toulouse and kam24- hope ya have a great time. You're going to love POR BTW, Toulouse, Aristocats is one of DD's favorite movies of all time. She loves the 'Ladies don't start fights but they can finish them' line. At this point, I'm just waiting for her to drop that line in the middle of a fight with DS.
MOMOFMNM- Ooooohhhh, Dinosaur. Well of course you're not bad. I think every parent knows what their child can really handle and what they can't. Mine will usually start getting cold feet a little in the line, kind of just a nagging worry but then they get on and once it's over, they can't believe they ever worried about it for a second and want to jump right back on. Mostly. He had never done what he did in Splash before so we pulled him out of line right away. But I would never put either one of mine on a ride when they were screaming to get off. That really bugs me.
DH just walked in with supper, so let me go grub and I'll try to get the next piece up later tonight.
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So where were we?
Sunday morning, the 25th day of Septembah.
Right. So we got up Sunday morning and were feeling pretty hungry. In the past, we have always eaten breakfast in our hotel room. I will usually overpack plenty of cereal and pop tarts and throw a cooler in the van loaded down with milk, juice, yogurt, fruit, etc. Being the type of people that we are, we just cannot for the life of us let that "free" fridge in the moderates go to waste. Plus we prefer eating breakfast in the room so we can just hang out and eat in peace each morning. It’s just a much better set up in our minds.
As I mentioned before, we were on the Dining Plan. We had decided to pay for a few table service meals throughout the week out of pocket in order to be able to have more of them. We like table service meals much better than counter service meals.
Call us crazy, but we would just much rather have someone wait on us while we sit as opposed to us waiting on them while we stand.
Because we were doing this, we had some counter service meals left over and decided to use them for breakfast a few days that week. Sunday morning we woke up and decided that this would be our first venture into the Disney Breakfast Arena.
And that is exactly what it was.
We headed down to the Riverside Mill for our first Mickey waffle. It was a beautiful day for a morning stroll. The sun was out and there was a nice breeze in the air. We passed Thumper along the way. The birds were chirping and the sun was shining brightly on the Sassagoula River as we strolled over the wooden bridge.
DH is even feeling very chivalrous this particular morning as he opens the door and waves the entire clan on in with a smile, “After you…no, I insist. After you. Sure, my pleasure.” All was right in our little sheltered pretend world.
Then BAM!
It hits us square in the face in all its ugliness.
The breakfast mob at the food court.
Now, I stood in line for two hours for ice and water right after Hurricane Katrina came through and believe me when I say, the crowd at that food court was much more hardened. The people in line for the ice and water, the staple of existence in those first few days and weeks, actually waited their turn and were very gracious and thankful. There was no butting in line. The people in the food court, none of the above. And it was only mouse shaped waffles they were after.
The place was bustin’ at the seams. It was like we were in the middle of The Matrix and people just kept multiplying. I grabbed one kid and DH grabbed the other. He yelled to me above the noise of the crowd, “Let’s stay together. Follow me ”.
We all clapped our hands once and he yelled “Break.”
We pushed our way through the angry mob only to find that there were no trays left. In the push and shove of the crowd, I did the only thing that a mother knows to do. I pulled both the kids to my chest and just stood there motionless as I watched DH get pushed further and further away from us.
Okay, not really. He just went to the other tray station to try to find us some trays.
He was being the Hunter and I was being the Gatherer.
After a couple of minutes, I see his head pop up over the crowd and he is motioning me over his way. When I reach him, he has a big grin on his face. He is very pleased with himself because he has found two trays. He is the man. The father. He had found what his family needed. As we turn to go, we both notice a CM dressed in that ugly brown and beige POR garb walking our way. We watch as she plops down roughly about 100,000 brown newly washed trays right beside us.
Whoo Hoo. Go Dad.
We get in line, wait forever for Mickey waffles, some fruit, and drinks. Finally we have our food and are ready to find a seat. So there the 4 of us are, standing in the middle of the mob, looking for our friends and looking for somewhere, anywhere, to sit. Our friends beat us through the line and luckily, they grabbed a big table for us. We spot them and take off. I have to say that the breakfast was actually pretty good. The infamous Mickey waffles did not disappoint.
We finished up and gladly left the angry mob of waffle eaters. We strolled back towards our room and decided that since TYPHOON LAGOON (ahhhh yeah) was on the itinerary for today, that we would drive. Don’t ask what the reasoning was for this. DH handles all car and driving decisions. We are a team. He decides the best way to get us there and I decide what we do once we are there. Mostly. Well, sometimes anyway.
So we head out for Typhoon Lagoon.
BTW, in case anyone was wondering, driving around to your different destinations on property gets you there MUCH quicker than the buses. That is, unless you take a wrong turn on your way to the Contemporary and cannot for the love of all that is good in the world find your way back. And then you are late for your ADR and have to call and tell them to hold your table, because your DH got turned around and can’t find his way even though he has indeed stopped and asked for directions twice already.
Not that that has ever happened. Right, babe?
What were we talking about? Oh, yeah, Typhoon Lagoon. You just gotta love those water parks, right?
We hit the wave pool for awhile and laugh like crazy when the 6 footer…well, maybe it was a 2 footer by the time it made its way to the girlie section of the pool… knocked us all over.
Tired of the girlie action, DH and DHF take off up to the very front to get thrown around into sweaty, hairy strangers wearing speedos by the 6 footer.
We took the kids over to Ketchakiddie Creek, the little kids play area and they had a blast. They tried to set the record of how many times they could go down the kids’ tube ride in 30 minutes. I think their attempt was successful.
You know that old Coke commercial, I’d like to buy the world a Coke?
Well, here’s a new one I made up.
Like to hear it? Here it go...
I’d like to buy the world some self tanner,
And make ‘em wear it to the pool.
I’d like to buy the world some self tanner,
‘Cause pasty white legs ain’t cool.
That’s the song I sing…..
…as we make our way from Pasty White Legs Central over to the little boat playground area. I have to admit this thing was pretty cool. There were these pretty high powered water cannons mounted on different decks of the ship and there was a big waterfall behind it. Lots of fun stuff for the kids. Very nice.
But you know, it’s so funny to me how when a grown man sees a water cannon, even if it’s at a little kids’ play area, he will get this demented grin on his face and will invariably push the little kids down on their keisters and take over the cannon every time.
It’s like some switch is thrown in their head. They see a cannon, they see water coming out of it at 50 mph, they gotta man it and nothing will get in their way.
“Must …have…. cannon …control……..Must…..have ….. cannon ….. control….”
There were 3 water cannons at this particular place and every one of them was manned by a guy with a goofy grin on his face. They were all shooting at each other as if this was the very last battle of WWII and the fate of our world rested solely on whether they could shoot the guy across the way dead in the face. Every one of the guys had a kid pulling on his shorts and whining “Daaaaaaadddy….Plee-eeeee-eeeeease ….. It’s my turrrrrrrrrnn!”
So we finally pull our guys away from the water cannons and move on to bigger and better things.
Two more demented dads were waiting in the wings and happily took up the slack.
We took a spin on the lazy river.
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.
Just put me on one of those things on a sunny day and let me meander all day long and I will be the happiest woman in the world.
DS loved it too bc that was all he wanted to do for the rest of the day. No crazy tube rides for him. No pressure. No 50 foot drops. Just give the boy a tube and a gently moving current and he’s good. I wonder if I could talk DH into having one put in the backyard….
After that, we headed on over to the family raft ride and it was a lot of fun. The one at Blizzard Beach is better though. It’s much longer. It was just such a shame that we had to wait in line sooooooo long to ride and once we got to the top, grabbed our raft, threw the kids in, hopped on and coasted down, it was all over within like maybe about 30 seconds.
Next…
The guys were feeling adventurous and decided to swim with the sharks.
Not figuratively. Literally.
They had planned this way back before we left and had really been looking forward to it. I think, though, that they had envisioned it somewhat differently than it actually all went down.
Let me assure you that it most definitely did not involve a shark cage and chum.
Basically, there is this really big underwater reef with lots of fish, various marine life and and some itty bitty obscure species of sharks. The daredevils all sit in a row on the side, put on snorkels and fins and are given a 5 minute tutorial on how to snorkel. They are then told to swim straight to the steps on the other side and NOT to stop.
Okay, this is the part that would bring on a panic attack for sure for me. I’m a pretty good swimmer I guess, not the best, but I have never snorkeled, and can only imagine trying to keep your hose thingy above water, look down at the sharks/fish below, swim toward some steps way over there that you can’t see all the while you’re bumping into all of humanity and no, you cannot stop and look to see where you are in the pool….
Nah, that wouldn’t quite cut it for me. I’d be too worried there would actually be a decent sized shark hidden under a rock or something in there and that I would be the very first person ever attacked at the Disney shark tank.
And I promise you, that would be just my luck.
The kids thought it was really cool though that their dads were snorkeling with “the shark” . We cheered them on as both men swam for Olympic gold. Seriously, their Snorkeling 101 class was much, much longer than the actual swim. But the upside is that they go back to work and get to brag that they swam with sharks on vacation.
And the schmucks they tell this to may actually envision a shark cage and chum.
We made our way around the waterpark and ate lunch at one of the counter service places.
It was okay, but nothin’ to write home about.
Before we left, we just had to check out Crush n Gusher. Since this was our first trip to the World since its debut, this was one thing we had really been looking forward to doing on our trip and it did not disappoint. DFW did not care to climb to the top of the coaster and be shot out of a cannon on her tail in the water, so she volunteered to stay down below in the pool with the kids.
I took her up on it.
So DH, DHF and I ambled up to the largest and fastest one. I think it was called Banana Blaster. Hey, if you’re gonna do it, do it right.
If you have not ridden this thing, book a trip and get your tail there.
Book it right now and just go.
It was so much fun. The only way I can describe it is that it was like Thunder Mountain on your fanny in the water. DH and I went down together and I really got my Laugh/Scream on. We got down to the end and he turns to me and goes…
“Dadgummit woman, did you really have to laugh and yell all the way down? Seriously, why do you do that? It's really annoying ”
Shocked at his attack, I quickly explain that I can’t help it, that I really don't think about it and that it is most likely a nervous release for me when I ride coasters and that lots of people do it, and didn’t he hear all the other people screaming on rides, ever, and the only reason it sounded so loud on this one was because my face was right beside his ear, and just because he doesn’t utter one single peep except an occasional “Whoa” on rides doesn’t mean that’s normal either, blah blah blah…..yada yada yada…”
He didn’t hear a word of it because he had temporarily gone deaf.
But anyway, what a blast.
As we were leaving, DD starts crying and saying her foot hurts. After taking off her soaking wet water shoes, I discover that she has a pretty nasty blister on her foot where the shoe was rubbing against her sweet skin.
Yikes. Well, so much for the water shoes tip.
Note to self: Ditch the water shoes in the future. It won't kill her to go barefoot in the water parks.
The water parks are always such a blast but they totally and completely drain all the energy right out of my body. All the walking uphill, the sun and swimming…. I’m just zapped when we come out of there.
So it’s time to go and we are all pooped. DD is complaining that her foot hurts so of course I am attempting to carry this long legged 4 year old, along with all the other stuff. DH’s hands are full too.
Overpacking can come back to bite ya in the tush sometimes.
So here we are, walking all the way out to our car (why the heck did we drive anyway?) and I carry her as far as I physically can. I have to set her down for a minute to do the packmule shuffle.
DH stops to process my situation, as if it is the first time he has noticed what a load I am carrying. I see the look in his eye. He is going to offer me some help, you know, take up the slack for his woman. Surely any second now he is going to come grab either the bag for me or carry our daughter.
He does his part to help me out by scolding our daughter. “You’re a big girl. You walk by yourself. Mommy can’t carry you. It’s time you grew up. You walk on your own two feet and I expect to see you gainfully employed by next week. And that’s final.”
DD buries her head in the side of my leg and begins to cry. She looks up at her father, tears streaming down her face, and very gently reminds him that she has a bo-bo and it hurts, Daaaaaddy.
He scoops her up in one swift motion and carries her the rest of the way back to the hotel, showering kisses on her the whole way. I hear him tell her “ Daddy’s sorry. I didn’t know you had a bo-bo. Lemme kiss it.”
Yep, he is an oak.
Up Next: The Clampetts Invade The Grand Floridian
Sunday morning, the 25th day of Septembah.
Right. So we got up Sunday morning and were feeling pretty hungry. In the past, we have always eaten breakfast in our hotel room. I will usually overpack plenty of cereal and pop tarts and throw a cooler in the van loaded down with milk, juice, yogurt, fruit, etc. Being the type of people that we are, we just cannot for the life of us let that "free" fridge in the moderates go to waste. Plus we prefer eating breakfast in the room so we can just hang out and eat in peace each morning. It’s just a much better set up in our minds.
As I mentioned before, we were on the Dining Plan. We had decided to pay for a few table service meals throughout the week out of pocket in order to be able to have more of them. We like table service meals much better than counter service meals.
Call us crazy, but we would just much rather have someone wait on us while we sit as opposed to us waiting on them while we stand.
Because we were doing this, we had some counter service meals left over and decided to use them for breakfast a few days that week. Sunday morning we woke up and decided that this would be our first venture into the Disney Breakfast Arena.
And that is exactly what it was.
We headed down to the Riverside Mill for our first Mickey waffle. It was a beautiful day for a morning stroll. The sun was out and there was a nice breeze in the air. We passed Thumper along the way. The birds were chirping and the sun was shining brightly on the Sassagoula River as we strolled over the wooden bridge.
DH is even feeling very chivalrous this particular morning as he opens the door and waves the entire clan on in with a smile, “After you…no, I insist. After you. Sure, my pleasure.” All was right in our little sheltered pretend world.
Then BAM!
It hits us square in the face in all its ugliness.
The breakfast mob at the food court.
Now, I stood in line for two hours for ice and water right after Hurricane Katrina came through and believe me when I say, the crowd at that food court was much more hardened. The people in line for the ice and water, the staple of existence in those first few days and weeks, actually waited their turn and were very gracious and thankful. There was no butting in line. The people in the food court, none of the above. And it was only mouse shaped waffles they were after.
The place was bustin’ at the seams. It was like we were in the middle of The Matrix and people just kept multiplying. I grabbed one kid and DH grabbed the other. He yelled to me above the noise of the crowd, “Let’s stay together. Follow me ”.
We all clapped our hands once and he yelled “Break.”
We pushed our way through the angry mob only to find that there were no trays left. In the push and shove of the crowd, I did the only thing that a mother knows to do. I pulled both the kids to my chest and just stood there motionless as I watched DH get pushed further and further away from us.
Okay, not really. He just went to the other tray station to try to find us some trays.
He was being the Hunter and I was being the Gatherer.
After a couple of minutes, I see his head pop up over the crowd and he is motioning me over his way. When I reach him, he has a big grin on his face. He is very pleased with himself because he has found two trays. He is the man. The father. He had found what his family needed. As we turn to go, we both notice a CM dressed in that ugly brown and beige POR garb walking our way. We watch as she plops down roughly about 100,000 brown newly washed trays right beside us.
Whoo Hoo. Go Dad.
We get in line, wait forever for Mickey waffles, some fruit, and drinks. Finally we have our food and are ready to find a seat. So there the 4 of us are, standing in the middle of the mob, looking for our friends and looking for somewhere, anywhere, to sit. Our friends beat us through the line and luckily, they grabbed a big table for us. We spot them and take off. I have to say that the breakfast was actually pretty good. The infamous Mickey waffles did not disappoint.
We finished up and gladly left the angry mob of waffle eaters. We strolled back towards our room and decided that since TYPHOON LAGOON (ahhhh yeah) was on the itinerary for today, that we would drive. Don’t ask what the reasoning was for this. DH handles all car and driving decisions. We are a team. He decides the best way to get us there and I decide what we do once we are there. Mostly. Well, sometimes anyway.
So we head out for Typhoon Lagoon.
BTW, in case anyone was wondering, driving around to your different destinations on property gets you there MUCH quicker than the buses. That is, unless you take a wrong turn on your way to the Contemporary and cannot for the love of all that is good in the world find your way back. And then you are late for your ADR and have to call and tell them to hold your table, because your DH got turned around and can’t find his way even though he has indeed stopped and asked for directions twice already.
Not that that has ever happened. Right, babe?
What were we talking about? Oh, yeah, Typhoon Lagoon. You just gotta love those water parks, right?
We hit the wave pool for awhile and laugh like crazy when the 6 footer…well, maybe it was a 2 footer by the time it made its way to the girlie section of the pool… knocked us all over.
Tired of the girlie action, DH and DHF take off up to the very front to get thrown around into sweaty, hairy strangers wearing speedos by the 6 footer.
We took the kids over to Ketchakiddie Creek, the little kids play area and they had a blast. They tried to set the record of how many times they could go down the kids’ tube ride in 30 minutes. I think their attempt was successful.
You know that old Coke commercial, I’d like to buy the world a Coke?
Well, here’s a new one I made up.
Like to hear it? Here it go...
I’d like to buy the world some self tanner,
And make ‘em wear it to the pool.
I’d like to buy the world some self tanner,
‘Cause pasty white legs ain’t cool.
That’s the song I sing…..
…as we make our way from Pasty White Legs Central over to the little boat playground area. I have to admit this thing was pretty cool. There were these pretty high powered water cannons mounted on different decks of the ship and there was a big waterfall behind it. Lots of fun stuff for the kids. Very nice.
But you know, it’s so funny to me how when a grown man sees a water cannon, even if it’s at a little kids’ play area, he will get this demented grin on his face and will invariably push the little kids down on their keisters and take over the cannon every time.
It’s like some switch is thrown in their head. They see a cannon, they see water coming out of it at 50 mph, they gotta man it and nothing will get in their way.
“Must …have…. cannon …control……..Must…..have ….. cannon ….. control….”
There were 3 water cannons at this particular place and every one of them was manned by a guy with a goofy grin on his face. They were all shooting at each other as if this was the very last battle of WWII and the fate of our world rested solely on whether they could shoot the guy across the way dead in the face. Every one of the guys had a kid pulling on his shorts and whining “Daaaaaaadddy….Plee-eeeee-eeeeease ….. It’s my turrrrrrrrrnn!”
So we finally pull our guys away from the water cannons and move on to bigger and better things.
Two more demented dads were waiting in the wings and happily took up the slack.
We took a spin on the lazy river.
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.
Just put me on one of those things on a sunny day and let me meander all day long and I will be the happiest woman in the world.
DS loved it too bc that was all he wanted to do for the rest of the day. No crazy tube rides for him. No pressure. No 50 foot drops. Just give the boy a tube and a gently moving current and he’s good. I wonder if I could talk DH into having one put in the backyard….
After that, we headed on over to the family raft ride and it was a lot of fun. The one at Blizzard Beach is better though. It’s much longer. It was just such a shame that we had to wait in line sooooooo long to ride and once we got to the top, grabbed our raft, threw the kids in, hopped on and coasted down, it was all over within like maybe about 30 seconds.
Next…
The guys were feeling adventurous and decided to swim with the sharks.
Not figuratively. Literally.
They had planned this way back before we left and had really been looking forward to it. I think, though, that they had envisioned it somewhat differently than it actually all went down.
Let me assure you that it most definitely did not involve a shark cage and chum.
Basically, there is this really big underwater reef with lots of fish, various marine life and and some itty bitty obscure species of sharks. The daredevils all sit in a row on the side, put on snorkels and fins and are given a 5 minute tutorial on how to snorkel. They are then told to swim straight to the steps on the other side and NOT to stop.
Okay, this is the part that would bring on a panic attack for sure for me. I’m a pretty good swimmer I guess, not the best, but I have never snorkeled, and can only imagine trying to keep your hose thingy above water, look down at the sharks/fish below, swim toward some steps way over there that you can’t see all the while you’re bumping into all of humanity and no, you cannot stop and look to see where you are in the pool….
Nah, that wouldn’t quite cut it for me. I’d be too worried there would actually be a decent sized shark hidden under a rock or something in there and that I would be the very first person ever attacked at the Disney shark tank.
And I promise you, that would be just my luck.
The kids thought it was really cool though that their dads were snorkeling with “the shark” . We cheered them on as both men swam for Olympic gold. Seriously, their Snorkeling 101 class was much, much longer than the actual swim. But the upside is that they go back to work and get to brag that they swam with sharks on vacation.
And the schmucks they tell this to may actually envision a shark cage and chum.
We made our way around the waterpark and ate lunch at one of the counter service places.
It was okay, but nothin’ to write home about.
Before we left, we just had to check out Crush n Gusher. Since this was our first trip to the World since its debut, this was one thing we had really been looking forward to doing on our trip and it did not disappoint. DFW did not care to climb to the top of the coaster and be shot out of a cannon on her tail in the water, so she volunteered to stay down below in the pool with the kids.
I took her up on it.
So DH, DHF and I ambled up to the largest and fastest one. I think it was called Banana Blaster. Hey, if you’re gonna do it, do it right.
If you have not ridden this thing, book a trip and get your tail there.
Book it right now and just go.
It was so much fun. The only way I can describe it is that it was like Thunder Mountain on your fanny in the water. DH and I went down together and I really got my Laugh/Scream on. We got down to the end and he turns to me and goes…
“Dadgummit woman, did you really have to laugh and yell all the way down? Seriously, why do you do that? It's really annoying ”
Shocked at his attack, I quickly explain that I can’t help it, that I really don't think about it and that it is most likely a nervous release for me when I ride coasters and that lots of people do it, and didn’t he hear all the other people screaming on rides, ever, and the only reason it sounded so loud on this one was because my face was right beside his ear, and just because he doesn’t utter one single peep except an occasional “Whoa” on rides doesn’t mean that’s normal either, blah blah blah…..yada yada yada…”
He didn’t hear a word of it because he had temporarily gone deaf.
But anyway, what a blast.
As we were leaving, DD starts crying and saying her foot hurts. After taking off her soaking wet water shoes, I discover that she has a pretty nasty blister on her foot where the shoe was rubbing against her sweet skin.
Yikes. Well, so much for the water shoes tip.
Note to self: Ditch the water shoes in the future. It won't kill her to go barefoot in the water parks.
The water parks are always such a blast but they totally and completely drain all the energy right out of my body. All the walking uphill, the sun and swimming…. I’m just zapped when we come out of there.
So it’s time to go and we are all pooped. DD is complaining that her foot hurts so of course I am attempting to carry this long legged 4 year old, along with all the other stuff. DH’s hands are full too.
Overpacking can come back to bite ya in the tush sometimes.
So here we are, walking all the way out to our car (why the heck did we drive anyway?) and I carry her as far as I physically can. I have to set her down for a minute to do the packmule shuffle.
DH stops to process my situation, as if it is the first time he has noticed what a load I am carrying. I see the look in his eye. He is going to offer me some help, you know, take up the slack for his woman. Surely any second now he is going to come grab either the bag for me or carry our daughter.
He does his part to help me out by scolding our daughter. “You’re a big girl. You walk by yourself. Mommy can’t carry you. It’s time you grew up. You walk on your own two feet and I expect to see you gainfully employed by next week. And that’s final.”
DD buries her head in the side of my leg and begins to cry. She looks up at her father, tears streaming down her face, and very gently reminds him that she has a bo-bo and it hurts, Daaaaaddy.
He scoops her up in one swift motion and carries her the rest of the way back to the hotel, showering kisses on her the whole way. I hear him tell her “ Daddy’s sorry. I didn’t know you had a bo-bo. Lemme kiss it.”
Yep, he is an oak.
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SoNotAPrincess
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He scoops her up in one swift motion and carries her the rest of the way back to the hotel said:
Reminds me of the time my DSis and BIL were all set to get their cocker spaniel puppy's tail snipped. My DN (7yo at the time) looked at her daddy-who-could-not-be-swayed-from-his-mission and said with tears shimmering in her big, brown eyes, "But, Daddy, I want my puppy just like God made her."
They are now the proud owners of a long tailed cocker spaniel named Alexis.
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Lala,
What a great trip report.
Your son and his fears remind me so much of my DD5. She will ride TofT, BTMRR, and Splash but won't go near POTC and HM. We go to Disneyland were the POTC line is not nearly has frightening. Still we have started to load on the boat three times only to walk off the other side. This last time we did not even bother. My DD5 and I got golden mickey ears for the family while my DH and DD2 rode pirates.
Sher
What a great trip report.
Your son and his fears remind me so much of my DD5. She will ride TofT, BTMRR, and Splash but won't go near POTC and HM. We go to Disneyland were the POTC line is not nearly has frightening. Still we have started to load on the boat three times only to walk off the other side. This last time we did not even bother. My DD5 and I got golden mickey ears for the family while my DH and DD2 rode pirates.
Sher
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