The Enabler's Report DTSK 2/06 - NEW 4/7 - Day 2, My EE Hangover

[KarenP99]

I am not a writer. I’ll even go so far as to admit to you that I failed English in high school (which will probably become quite obvious). I apologize in advance for my bad grammar and inappropriate use of punctuation.

I like to think I’m a scrap-booker, but since DD#1’s baby book is almost done (now that she’s 4 ½), and DD#2’s and DS#1’s are still wrapped in the cellophane that they were shipped in, I will admit that I am not the scrap-booker that I once imagined myself being. I had great aspirations of having beautiful books for the kids, and I will someday. I just get sidetracked and have a bad habit of perfectionism. I need to take my sister, The Meanest Mother’s, advice and realize that done IS better than perfect.

What am I really good at? Creating and embracing vacation moments & memories. Unfortunately I’m just really bad at journaling them in any form other than photographs. And even that tends to be a bit inconsistent. I love to go back through the pictures and recall the moments. I remember story behind each of them, but live in the fear that no one else will be able to remember the story and the great moments as I did. There is too much detail to journal in photo albums (especially since I’ve already admitted I have way to much scrap booking to catch up on already). So I’m going to put it down in a Disney Diary. Now although I consider myself a perfectionist, I am going to step outside of myself and just get it done. Not to get all morbid, but there is nothing like being a parent to awaken you to reality of living. I often have minor motherhood meltdowns. Just the awesome responsibility it is to be a parent, and the desperate desire to raise good, decent, honest people. Then the terrifying “what-ifs” creep into my mind. You see the terrible stories on the news every day. You want to shelter your children, protect them but at the same time encourage them to dream big, have courage, go places, do things. These meltdowns are typically just a few concealed tears, a proud, hopeful smile and big silent hugs to my kiddos.

It was at DS’s one year checkup that I was talking Disney with our wonderful pediatrician. She was telling me about her father and that when he was dying he told her to “take more vacations”, that in essence at the end of life when you’re looking back, those are the “good” times that you recall and cherish. Those words make perfect sense to me. Take more vacations. So knowing that vacations are what you look back on and recall, I looked back on my childhood vacations and wonder if the memories really were as good as I remember. My parents divorced when I was twelve, and my adulthood granted me more information about my family than I think I really wanted to know. There wasn’t anything tragic or horrifying, but simply sad and disappointing that our family may not have been as perfect as I seem to recall. I now have to question if the memories that I had really were as good as I remember, or it was somehow just childhood innocence and protective parenting that candy-coated the truth.

So I want to put down on paper our family’s vacation memories. I want my children to be able seep into my mind for just a few moments. I hope they will get a glimpse of just how much I enjoy being a mother to them, and rejoice in those moments that I hope will be looked back on as the best in our lives. I don’t ever want my kids to have to wonder if these really were the good times. Yes kids, life is good.

 

[KarenP99]

My Disney Decades
Let me get back on track to Disney. I love Disney. However this is a relatively new love and obsession, it didn’t really emerge until college. My Disney statistics: My first trip was in the late 70’s, I’m guessing it must have been around 1978-79, heck maybe even 1980. We drove down in the family wagon, and stayed off site at the Dutch Inn. We didn’t return until 1985 or so. I know we stayed off site, but I honestly can’t remember where. That trip was a bit of a blur to me; all I really remember was that it was a last minute surprise trip. My teacher, Mrs. Boisvert was angry because I would be missing school. Now considering I was given such a hard time by my teacher and it has been etched into my forever memory you would think that this is a practice that I would not approve of for my family. Wrong. I think that as with everything, there are going to be people that judge you for the decisions you make. I truly think that *I* am best qualified to make schooling decisions for my kids, and as my pediatrician’s dad said “Take More Vacations”, this really is what we’ll remember.

That trip was my first time on a plane, and that was a highlight. However, I must have been in one of those tween “everything is queer”, phases, because I don’t remember much else. Soon after that trip my parents divorced, so I am guessing that although I didn’t realize it explicitly, the signs of impending family breakdown were there. The next trip must have been in the spring of 1991. I was 17, my boyfriend was at home…and the trip was with Dad’s soon-to-be wife & family. I don’t recall it being a bad trip, but I don’t recall it being a “wow” Disney World vacation. Again we stayed off site but I couldn’t tell you where. We were not planners. We were the family that veteran Disney people get irritated at because they create a major obstacle as they stand in the middle of main street in a huddle around the park map. That trip concluded with a three day cruise on Carnival’s Carnivale. I was impressed (at the time) by all the glitter & neon. Not so impressed by the musty smell of the cabin. I remember my brother burning his feet on the scorching bright blue sundeck, and us both getting blisters on our shoulders from the hot Caribbean sun. We witnessed a space shuttle launch the morning we disembarked the ship, now that was impressive.

A little more than a year later I was off to college, and the days of the family vacation were over. I met the love of my life (although I didn’t realize or admit to it yet) just a few months before my 19th birthday. We attended different colleges but at that age driving 1.25 hours every few days to see your sweetheart was nothing. We took more than one spring trip to Florida, with side trips to Disney World. Only brief notes on these trips, because I still had yet to be Disneyfied. I clearly didn’t understand or appreciate or even come close to “getting” it. We never planned anything, heck I even think one year we actually stood in line for close to two HOURS for Splash. All I knew was that I loved that it was Disney World, warm, fun, clean, FRIENDLY. My third year of college I transferred to my hometown college. I was working full time in the family business as the office manager/bookkeeper while attending school full time. During one of my meetings with my academic advisor she mentioned the College Program. It had been years since a student from this school had applied, much less attended. At that very moment, I knew this was something I had to do. It would mean having to extend my graduation date by one semester to make it work, but for me it was totally worth it. I was 22 feeling like I was forty, and I needed to break away and experience Disney.

Now the college program was an experience in itself, a wonderful experience that I’ll save for another day. But when I got in my car and found my way to I-95 for the looooong journey home, I realized…I got it. I really got the Disney thing, from the inside out. I was Disneyfied.

Now, back then the Disney policy was that as long as you worked one, yes, ONE shift per year you could keep your employment status current. Current employment = great discounts. All of my vacation time would be to Disney. Work a day or two, play the rest….all the while staying in a deluxe resort with a 50% discount. We were spoiled. This continued for three solid years, and in that time we got married and I became pregnant with our first child. It was around the time that I got pregnant that the policy changed. Now there was more of a commitment required on the part of the Cast Member, and you had to go through re-training if it had been more than six months. I’m not surprised, they really should expect more. I had a sweet deal going. It was on our final kid-free trip in May of 2001, we were staying at the AKL on a really sweet Cast Member special discount when I got worried. I had made the decision to give up my “job” with Disney, and therefore was going to have to start paying like every other “regular” person. I was sick. How could I possible downgrade to a *gasp* moderate resort? The answer stared us in the face around ever corner, literally, in the form of a DVC kiosk. The decision was an easy one for us; we took the plunge and bought into DVC. Whew, now I could relax for the rest of this trip, knowing that my Disney lifestyle would continue, that we were now OBLIGATED to go to Disney, and that our child(ren) would be blessed with the capability to take more vacations.

 

[KarenP99]

Life has changed
Now we’ll fast forward a bit. Our DD arrived in September 2001, along with the birth of the new America. This solidified to me all the more importance of family time, and making the most of each and every day that you have. This month afforded the highest of highs in my life with the birth of our daughter, to be quickly put in to check with the agony and despair that the events of 9/11 brought to our world. With all that had transpired that month I know our household was forever changed.

Now how did these events change our vacation routine? Well, not for the lack of wanting to go to Disney a few times a year as we were accustomed to, but having been out on maternity leave and wrestling with overwhelming task of being parents, our vacations took a bit of a hiatus. The following year we became pregnant with our second daughter, and soon thereafter our son followed. But please don’t let these few years of gestation & infancy let you think that we were fully deterred from the Disney thing, let me give you a quick summary of the DTSK (Disney Trips Since Kids).
09/02 Boardwalk Villas DD Age 1
01/03 Disney Cruise DD Age 15 months
06/03 DD #2 arrives
01/04 Disney Cruise DD’s Ages 2 & 7 months
04/04 Hillton Head DD’s Ages 2 & 10 months
09/04 VWL DD’s Ages 3 and 15 months
01/05 DS Arrives
04/05 Hilton Head DD3, DD1, DS 12 weeks
09/05 AKL & Disney Cruise DD4, DD2, DS 9 months

As you can see, we are not deterred by youngins and all their cargo. Not to mention, worse than that, all of the unsolicited advice & commentary on our travels to Disney with “babies”. We got the “you’re going again”, “they won’t remember it” blah, blah, blah comments. It honestly didn’t bother me, because I knew that *I* will remember it, and there is nothing more special or memorable than the magic & pixie dust being cast upon those you love the most.

I will also add that although I work, and my husband works…we have stay-at-home-kids. My husband is in law enforcement and works a flex-schedule (one week on the day shift, the next on the night shift). And I am fortunate enough to have an employer that allows me to flex my schedule to meet the parenting demands. Needless to say, we are thrilled that we both get AMPLE time with our children, but it is the family time that we don’t get as much as we like. This is why we cherish vacation so much. We could take vacation time and stay home, but more than likely we would wind up taking care of the zillions of things around the house/yard that never seem to get done. So we escape, we pack up the children & hop a plane. It’s OUR time. No distractions other than a big mouse & a beautiful castle.

 

[debbieb04]

Keep on writing! You have given me much to think about.

Debbie B.

 

[kpk89]

I am SO glad you are posting this. You're a great mom, and this (along with all of the experiences that precede it!) will be such a gift to your kids.

It's hard to NOT think about the fragility of it all when you were sitting home cradling and cherishing your newborn child as 9/11 unfolded in all its horror.

Keep it going -- I'm off to get some tissues. ((sniffle)).

 

[KarenP99]

Debbie - thanks for reading!
kpk - Thanks for encouraging me, it so helps! This will probably be boring as ever for everyone but us...but it's nice to have a push to "get it done".

We're actually introducing ourselves & leaving soon, standby...

 

[KarenP99]

Your cast of characters
So that brings us to this trip. February 2006; Seven nights in a 2 bedroom villa at Disney’s Beach Club Villas.

Me aka Mom, KarenP99 to you – The over-planner/non-planner. Not the planner that devises touring plans and 18,000 ADR’s…but the planner that makes the trip happen. The scheduler, the packer, the reservationist. I make the plan, and then make sure everyone shows up with bells on. I consider myself a bit anal, bit of a perfectionist but also ironically a carefree person with a bit of a free spirit. Especially when it comes to our Disney vacations. With my history as a cast member, I feel confident planning our vacations without a plan. We travel off season, and the low crowds allow us to be carefree and just let the trip decide itself. I can practically see my fellow DIS’rs cringing. No plan. It works for us.

DH – Strong arm by occupation, putty in the hands of his children. I often tell him that he is a better mother than I am. He (if I do say so myself) is the best dad in the world. I think someday our kids will probably buy him a t-shirt that say’s just that. He is active, outgoing, patient, involved, caring, understanding and incredibly loving to them and to me.

DD4 – Princess. She is princess through and through. A bit of a perfectionist like her Mom, and quite mature for her age. That coupled with her small stature brings much surprise to those around her when she speaks. They are surprised she speaks so well and has such a large vocabulary. She has an amazing imagination that keeps her occupied at the most mundane times.

DD2 – Pixie. She is our free spirit, no bounds baby. Very smart, speaks & comprehends way beyond what you would expect from a 2 year old. She is intuitive and caring, doting on those younger than her. She mothers her brother as if he were her own. She is witty & clever and always finds a way to brighten the day and make us laugh.

DS1 – The boy. He is all boy; rugged, tough. Already outweighs his older sister & they could share shoes. He adores his siblings. Loves to watch & play with them. He makes a disaster during the day of himself and the world around him. Then as I sit and snuggle with him in his cozy footie pajamas I have confidence that we are raising a good boy, just like his Dad.

My husband and I were always the “do-it-yourself”, thrifty kind of people. Never once had we used convenient parking at the airport, let alone a skycap or bellhop. A non-stop flight…nonsense, it was cheaper with a connection & layover. Now as frugal as we are, we are honest people. We would walk ten miles to avoid paying a taxi fare, but would never feel comfortable playing the ol’ Nana trick of stockpiling the sweet-n-low cache from the coffee bar, or *gasp* re-using a refillable mug. Lord knows come to our house once and you would see, just open the kitchen cabinet and you will be showered upon with dozens of Disney’s finest refillable mugs. Frugality is a good thing. We thrive on it, live off it.

However, once you have kids, there are a lot of “luxuries” that you just can’t (or in our case, won’t) do without. The first being parking. Now we use to park in the furrrrrrrrthest parking lot imaginable at the airport, because it would invariably be the least expensive. Now, three kids, three car seats, one double stroller, one umbrella stroller, one medium suitcase, two small suitcases, and three backpacks later we park in the front row when it’s available. Now for those of you parents that are thinking, three suitcases, THREE suitcases for a family of five for 7 nights? Me, the over-planner non-planner shipped a giant box more than a week ago via my friends at UPS with all the necessities…including laundry detergent. I am the first to admit that I love to have my kids looking all neat & tidy. And although my husband does not approve of child outfit matching, I have gotten him to appreciate and tolerate child outfit coordinating. So this is where a lot of my anal prior-planning comes in. I spend a lot of time shopping, mostly online for convenience (something I would not have done prior to kids). I try to buy simple outfits that coordinate with each other. Then I coordinate those with other outfits so I don’t have to bring a bazillion things, just the necessities & we can mix and match. If I waited until the day or even the week before, we would probably have 7 suitcases…but because of my careful prior planning, we’ve gotten away with just three.

 

[TwinkieMama]

Our DD arrived in September 2001, along with the birth of the new America.

This line alone is sheer poetry. I did well up with emotions and a few tears. I can imagine how you felt that month because I was excitedly announcing my long awaited pregnancy to coworkers when we heard the first reports on the radio.

Thanks for taking the time to write this and share with us.

 

[Backstage_Gal]

Karen, wonderful start to your trippie. Loving it, you are doing a great job. Keep it up!

 

[KarenP99]

Hi Twinkie, thanks for stopping by. I think the whole 5yr anniversary has a lot to do with me getting off my rear & working on this. My little girl is going to share all the "big" milestone years with 9/11. Actually I mentioned that her baby book isn't done...it's the "Events of the Day" page that I haven't been able to write....

Backstage Gal - Welcome! I'm promising no more downer stuff...onward to more fun things

 

[KarenP99]

To the Airport

Now you may have figured out that I am related to the Meanest Mother in the World. Which in fact, I really am. She is my sister and I love her dearly. I won't pretend or even dream that I will have half, or even an eighth of the writing ability, finesse, wittiness or humor....but at least I'm getting to the airport on the first day of trip report writing. Hmmmmm maybe that is why she's such a great writer, she holds out...writes, revises, keeps us in suspense. I don't have that sort of patience, I'll probably stay up until 4am to finish this thing up....

Now normally at the airport we park on the same level as the moving walkway that takes you from the garage to the airport. Today, unfortunately it was under construction. So we had to go up one level and park there. No problem. We get everyone out loaded up and head out for the first adventure of this trip. We make our way over to the Southwest counter. The woman is in training, and we are every trainer’s dream, every trainee’s nightmare. Not only do we have one lap child that requires special paperwork, we have car seats to be checked, one car seat to be carried on the plane, one checked stroller, one gate-check stroller... Every scenario in their training manual, I think we covered. We are very patient people. We understand that the only way to learn is by doing, so I never thought twice about the fact that it took nearly a half-hour to check in.

As we reconfigure all that we have left to actually carry to the gate I realize that we forgot the baby’s car seat! We can’t go without it, we’re renting a car. So we quickly calculate what will be the fastest way to retrieve the car seat. It’s me. I leave DH to get the kids upstairs to the gates, and to the potty. I sprint like the wind (well, not really but it felt like it on the moving walkways) back to the garage. I get the car seat and return to the terminal. As the escalator brings me to the gate level of the airport I am met with a mass of security queues, this we are used to. What is abnormal about this day is that the queues are full. Normally we fly on Sundays and all is quiet for the 7am flight…but this is Tuesday, how could I not have anticipated that Tuesday would be different! Thankfully my husband had the sense to realize it might be a good idea to get in line without me. I found him in line, keeping the little ones corralled and I joined him.

We hate to inconvenience others, so we always like to be prepared and ready at these sorts of times. Tickets out, pockets emptied, id in hand…but today is Tuesday, and how could I have imagined that my outfit, shoes, belt would be a security threat. Last minute I had to remove these things, get the three kids, car seat, stroller, 3 backpacks, and purse through security. We had been every ticket agent trainer’s dream, but now every business traveler behind us in the security line’s nightmare.

As we re-group on the other side I hear it “Final call for Southwest flight xyz to Orlando”. WHAT! How could we have so grossly misjudged! I know it is Tuesday, but we have flown to Orlando at least a dozen times before. This is not good, although I am not quite panicked yet because we’ve never flown a full flight (remember we travel off season), and it’s a small airport so we don’t have far to go. We run as only a family with 3 little kids can to the plane. We made it, no problem. We quickly scurry down the jet way and onto the plane. Now it hits me, it’s Tuesday. As I turn right and begin the journey down the aisle, I notice the plane looks full and all eyes are on us. I’ve got 3 backpacks & a wriggly 10 month old in my arms. I’m trying to prod my girls down the aisle. I could tell they were as nervous as I was with the sea of faces staring at us. As we neared the back of the plane it was clear that all that was left were middle seats. My heart sank into my belly. I got to the back galley and the flight attendant looked as nervous as I did. I was ready to cry. I told her that I can’t make my 4 & 2 year old children sit between strangers. I would get off and take another flight before that would happen. She immediately got on the intercom and made the announcement that “We have a family with small children…..” amazingly enough within SECONDS, really, other travelers gave up their seats so we had an entire row to ourselves. It makes me weepy just thinking about it. People ARE good. Now maybe it was because they were worried about us delaying them more, but nonetheless people were so kind, the flight attendants so understood. They made what could have been the worst beginning to a vacation ever, okay. Now all I had to worry about was having the kids cry or scream or create a stinky diaper during the next three hours. Thankfully I can report that they did none of these things, it was a perfect flight from there on out.

 

[AshClan]

I'm so happy you decided to write this report. I have so enjoyed getting to know your sister over these past few months, and your relationship with her has shined through in her trippie, and in many of our conversations (both on-line and in person!). I'm psyched to get to know you via your own "WDW diary". You are off to a great start and are a very good writer! So your English teacher in high school didn't know what she (or he) was talking about!! (Ironic that the Mean Mama was an English teacher, no??)

Keep 'em coming. I'm impressed with your fast progress so far!!!

 

[javamom]

The next trip must have been in the spring of 1991. We witnessed a space shuttle launch the morning we disembarked the ship, now that was impressive.

Karen, I saw that same shuttle launch. I was traveling with friends and we were watching the launch, from across the water. We were literally crouched in some marshy area with a clear view of the launch pad and the ocean to the left. It was awesome. I remember muttering under my breath "climb, climb climb, don't blow up, don't blow up, climb..... YEAH!

It was great! I spent a couple of blurry, whirlwind days at WDW, my first ever. I really don't remember too much from the trip it was all too fast. So these trips that are coming up are going to be the first chance to really experience.

Anywho, enough about me, I'm going to go read some more of this report.

 

[connorsmom911]

Was on my way to bed when I thought I'd scan to see what's new in the trip report land and stumbled on yours. Early in the writing, saw there were only two pages...I can read that before bed. So glad I did! Awesome writing! I'm right there with your family through your writing. You are brave, I must say. We've ventured to the world twice with our one child and I thought that was work...three?!?!

Keep it up!! Looking forward to more!!

 

[Cass]

Yay KarenP99!

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[Backstage_Gal]

Karen, you are on a roll.

Just wanted to say thanks again, and keep it up.

If I dont send a response for a couple of weeks, it's not because of you, it's because I am heading out to the fatherland (and MOM) tomorrow and won't have much chance to Dis.

Anyway, just wanted to say, great job!

 

[KarenP99]

AshClan - Thanks for joining me! Ironic thing is that my Engilsh nose-dive was a little secret that my sister apparently did not know either.

Javamom - Welcome! Good luck on your upcoming trips, just step back & soak it in. You'll have a blast!

Connors mom - Funny thing that I think having one child is EXTREMELY hard for every parent. It just isn't until you have more than one that you realize how much easier it would have been if you had the first child last

Backstage - I grant you leave from reading my report for awhile, please enjoy your time away from the DIS, we'll be here when you get back.

Stay tuned, I hope to have the next installment up tonight.

 

[KarenP99]

Welcome to the Sunshine State
MCO (Orlando International Airport to the less seasoned Disney travelers), it a great airport. With well over a dozen flights in and out of it, I feel like a fairly confident MCO navigator. We have the airport exit procedure down to a science. Immediately off the plane. And wait. Use the restroom in the opposite direction of the tram. This seems to have saved us considerable time over the years. Not only do you find a less-crowded bathroom. By the time you get back to the tram the rush is gone. Then of course, you walk all the way to the end of the tram stop. This fills two objectives. First, the small children have a great chance of sitting in the front of the driverless tram, with a birds eye view of Florida (well MCO at least). Second, once you exit the tram, the mass of people exiting with you are behind you. That is of course, if there is a mass…because remember we left our flights mass of people upon deplaning when we went in the opposite direction to a restroom.

Within minutes we find ourselves spotting the purple suitcases on the baggage claim conveyer. Purple, yes. The children have their own suitcases and we got the girls purple. Good move on our part as they now can easily help to spot their bags. Our break for the bathroom in-the-other-direction, this has allowed a little extra time for the baggage crew to magically deposit our things onto the shiny silver belt. Everything is circling by the time we arrive, and there is no “mass” of people waiting to retrieve their things.

We are approached by a porter who seems a bit surprised when we turn down his offer as he glances at the mass of luggage/backpacks/car seats/strollers/kids that surround us. I’m pretty sure he probably just walked to the other side of the carousel to watch drama unfold, as I’m sure he’s seen it a hundred times. Family refuses help because they want to save the money for an extra Mickey bar or turkey leg. They try to manage, but after dropped bags, crying kids, strained back, wife tells the husband to just pay. They wind up in an argument that serves as entertainment for others around…only to finally dig deep to produce the bucks for a porter, and tipping more than they would have originally because they are embarrassed to admit they were wrong. And that would make his day.

On this day, however, there will be no drama as we have a plan that we execute perfectly. Many may think that lugging a Graco Duo tandem stroller is a burden, but my friends, this is an excellent luggage cart. With the baby securely in the umbrella stroller, we load up our backpacks, 2 purple suitcases, one toddler and a car seat in the double stroller. Securely fasten the Graco bag containing our other two car seats to the large rolling suitcase and we are on our way. Not of course before letting our four year old climb atop the rolling suitcase/car seat luggage. All luggage secured, all kids feet off the floor, we go. I swear as we walked away the crowd hushed, as if they have witnessed a Disney family traveling phenomenon.

Now although Disney has introduced this Magical service to whisk us away to the vacation of our dreams, we have opted out of this perk. There is something about the sense of freedom that having a car allows. Having spent a few months in the land of the mouse during college, I am very comfortable navigating the world its surrounding communities. This would be our first time using National, as after our PT cruiser fiasco of 2002, the opportunity to select our own car was appealing. Now I won’t go into great detail on the PT cruiser fiasco, because to most it wouldn’t seem like a fiasco…but for my macho husband & his conservative (but would like to be hot someday) wife, a PT cruiser would have to rank dead last on cars that we would like to own. So on that fateful day at the Dollar counter when we were handed the keys to our PT cruiser we knew that we had to take more control of our vehicle rental options.

Even Princess, who was only one at the time, was not impressed.

We make our way down the elevator to the rental car level, walk about half the distance of the terminal, passing the dollar counter where dozens of unsuspecting travelers are waiting unknowingly in a lottery with fairly good odds of being subjected to the humiliation of driving a PT cruiser. We exit the terminal, and this is the ONLY time that I am somewhat disappointed with National, because we now (unlike with Dollar) have to take an elevator back up to the next level to their cars.

We are Emerald Club members (thanks to a coupon code link from Mousesavers.com) and this allows us to bypass the counter and choose our own car. Being a first-timer, I enter the little kiosk in the garage and the nice lady takes a look at our paperwork. Everything is in order and she points out the aisle that we can select from. She takes once glance at my crew waiting outside the little glass cube and tells me that she thinks there is a Buick left, and it has a DVD player. She smiled and winked, she must be a Mom too.

She was correct; there was a white Buick Terraza, with a DVD player and leather seats. Perfect! Within minutes we are loaded, buckled & ready to go, one quick stop at the exit booth and we’re off! I’ll take one more trip in an elevator any day to have a car rental experience like that! I pop Sleeping Beauty into the DVD player, pull out & organize the required toll funds, and sit back & relax…WE’RE GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!

 

[KarenP99]

Cass - your tribute gave me goosebumps. Thanks for stopping by!

 

[Cass]

You must be the punctual, dependable sister I can tell, there will be no need to glare at you