The happyhaunts go South... the endless trip report!

[Wickedmom75]

Part 7

"Mommy! Daddy said that you're SO HOT when you drool in your sleep! Ha, ha, ha, ha! YOU DROOLED! Look...look...there on the pillow! GROSS! Mommy's gross. Gross. Gross, gross Mommy!" God, how I love them all.




DH hears me laughing like a crazy woman in the washroom. "What? What? What did I do? I KNOW I flushed the toilet!" That makes me laugh harder. I love him! He cracks me up, sometimes.
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I actually laughed out loud at these two . This sounds waaay too much like my family
Keep up the good work , patiently (ok not really) awaiting the next installment.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Part 8

Day 2, Dec 12: After checking in, I look around the Beach Club for my favourite four people. I find them admiring the chocolate carousel in the middle of the Beach Club lobby. They are amazed. It IS amazing. Tommy is chanting, "Juicy, juicy horsie. Juicy, juicy horsie." etc. Calvin is counting the hidden Mickey's within it. Desperately trying to one-up his sister. DH is commenting on the big, white chocolate horse. I worry. White chocolate is the only type of sweet which DH is really partial to. And, while it's a LARGE white chocolate horse... DH could handle it. Beth is busy. WHAT is she doing? Oh... smelling the carousel. Wow! You CAN smell the chocolate! And... it goes around and around, too. It's really something. Ok. I tell them I've got the room and it's ready so we head out to the car to park it closer to the DVC area. We head back in to find our room. DH asks me for the map. Against my better judgement, I hand it over. The first part is easy. 5th floor. Up the elevator. We follow the map and the signs on the walls. We determine that our room is at the end of a long, long, long wing of the Beach Club Villas. It's a LONG hallway. "Calvin." I say, "Our room is way down that hall! I'll race ya!" I'm just kidding. I'm not racing. But he looks over at me and takes off. However, he's not running. He's doing this leaping-type thing where he puts his two hands on the floor and kind of leap-frogs down the hall with his legs very widely spread. Very quickly. And noisily. It's strange. And funny. The rest of us laugh. But I'm slightly offended at the same time. Does he think me so old and slow that he can beat me like THAT? We catch up to him where he's waiting at the end of the hallway. And beside the door to our new WDW "home". "What was that?" I ask him, "What the heck do you call that particular method of transport?" "Oh, that?" He answers, "Is Koala-ing. That's how koala bears run. Cool, huh?" Yeah. Very. Beth says what we're all thinking, "Calvin... you are very strange!" DH lets us all know that he's startled another member of the WDW housekeeping staff. She's still standing down at the end of the hallway staring at us with an armful of blankets. Hi! I wave. We open our door and immediately check out the view. Bonus! We can watch Illuminations from our balcony!!!!!! I'm very excited. So is DH. To DH, this means we can watch the fireworks IN A CHAIR with his hand wrapped around a REASONABLY priced beer. It's all good. We take pictures of our new, clean perfectly ordered "home". Just like the Cherokee. Before we demo it. DH and the Koala head out to bring our luggage up. Yep. All of it. Up 5 floors and then down 3 miles of hallway. I hear DH talking to Calvin as they head out, "... and this time, Mister... you are carrying more than mittens!" I know this major luggage moving mission is going to upset DH. I rack my brain thinking of a way to appease him. I know! I grab Beth and Tommy and we RUN... RUN... down the hall and take the other elevator to the ground floor. We go to the Beach Club Marketplace. We buy a six-pack... and CHIPS! And race back. My God! There are no bags in our room, yet! Now, I know I gave him a card-key. So where are they? I'll bet they're lost. I know it. The map is still on the table. Good Lord! I'm betting that they don't remember the room number, either. I fret. I worry. Then there is a knock at our door. But... I GAVE him a key! I answer the door. By whipping it open... with a "What the @#*#!!! are you doing?" look on my face. Oh. Not DH. Different large mammal. Different big guy with broad shoulders and huge meaty hands. "May I help you?" I inquire. "I'm just here to change your air filter." I just invite him in and tell him to help himself. Now... he could be a serial killer. I didn't even look for a CM nametag. Just opened the door wider for him. I'm too trusting. But... I tended to believe him because he WAS carrying a large 2'X2' filter in one hand... and a screwdriver in the other. Good prop if, in fact, he really WAS a killer. And, also, good weapon! But he's not. He's the Filter-Changer Guy. He changes. We chat. We chat some more. Then we walk back to the door and I open it up and we stand there chatting more. Until he decides he must leave and heads out the door. Oh... he forgot the old filter. I see DH coming down the hall with Calvin and a big load of stuff. DH sees the big guy leaving our room. I go back to get the old filter. He walks in and looks at me quizzically, "Making new friends already? We've just been here a half hour!" I wave the filter at him, "Filter Guy." Oh. Geez. I'm not THAT friendly! "By the way, Mel, where've you been?" I ask. "Nowhere!" very quickly. Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! They make about three trips to get all our stuff up. DH is again a grumpy, sweaty DH. He plants himself on the couch. Whew! I go to the fridge and grab the beer... and chips. Looky HERE, DH! DH is surprised. DH is happy. DH is touched. DH doesn't want a beer and chips, though. DH is VERY hungry. He wants to head out to lunch... now. We go. We head to Epcot and the Italian Pavillion. Stopping only once in France to watch the guy that stacks all the chairs on each other and then climbs up and stands on them. Tommy does that to get the basement door lock open at home. He stacks one kiddie stool up on top of one kitchen chair and stands on the stool to open the slider lock.(Which protects DH's precious man-den and pool table from the unwashed hordes)... Wow. Who would've thought there could be a career in that?!

To be continued.

 

[mommic32]

"There it is! That's our room! I TOLD you!" I tell him. Then... I do my dance that I call 'The-Mick-Jagger-Just-Scored-A-Touchdown-Dance' while chanting "Oh Yeah! Oh Baby! Oh Yeah!". Calvin takes a look and joyfully joins in, doing the chicken walk, while spanking his own bottom and yelling, "Oh yeah! I'm bad. I'm bad. Oh yeah!" We end up startling a member of the housekeeping staff. And DH wonders, aloud, how many days he has until he can go back to work?
I laughed so hard at this, I woke my daughters!
This is something I would do and embarass us all!
LOve, Love, Love you sense of humor!
Keep up the comical work... I look forward to the rest!

 

[tinawv]

Enjoying your trip reports, and looking forward to the next one.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Part 9

Day 2, Dec 12: As you know, if you've read my dining report, we had a great and yum(!) lunch at the Italian restaurant, Alfredo's. Now... it was time for another family favourite. We were heading straight to Mission Space. This is my DH's very, very favourite thing at Epcot. Besides the beer of many nations. And the belly dancer... but that comes later. It's also a ride which is PASSIONATELY loved by Calvin. But, he likes to be like his Dad, too. So we head for Future World through World Showcase moving pretty quickly but, still, taking a bit of time to stop and smell the roses. Besides, Calvin had brought his wallet with him. It's on a chain attached to his pants and every 10 minutes or so he drags it out of his pocket... stops... and counts his money. He's a little obsessive about it. And he talks about it alot, too. I don't know why... because money flows through his hands like water. He gets some and is in a panic to spend it as soon as possible. I'm like that. Not DH. And not Beth. It pains them, somehow, to pay for things. They are savers. We are spenders. It balances out. So Calvin stops in Mexico to try and lighten his wallet load. He wants marachas and a BIG sombrero. He tries them out. He BADLY wants them. No. But why?, he inquires. Because you'll drop the marachas in three minutes and they'll break. The sombrero outweighs you by several pounds, we can't possibly find room for it in the luggage and, quite frankly, the look doesn't scream "Calvin". It screams "souvenier of desperation". It's WAY to early in the trip for that. Just hold on to that money for a bit longer. Beth tries on the garb, too. She looks funny. You see, she just got perscription sunglasses right before this trip. She likes them. They make her feel grown-up. And cool. Like DH. Ha, ha, ha,.........ha! Anyway. She wears them ALL the time. We start to call her "Shades Molloy". It's her alias. She looks like a tiny blond-haired assassin. In a huge sombrero. Ole! Tommy wants to try out the big hat, too. No, no, no. It'll hurt him. We continue on. But we can't. We're stuck in Mexico. Watching the Christmas story of the three wise men. It's ok. All I can remember about it is that they all had bad fake beards. But I was distracted by the Margarita stand and it's promise of endless possibilities of fun tastes. Sadly, there is no time now. No time! Mission Space awaits. Let's GO. DH says that we're walking there without stopping, again. We manage to do it. MISSION SPACE. And... it's at walk-on status, BABY! Of course DH and Calvin have to be the first ones on. We understand. They are both space geeks. And DH also has a little bit of a Star Trek thing goin' on. Just a bit. Oh... and a Star Wars thingie, too. He claims he should have been an astronaut. If he only he had been smarter, less lazy, with better eyesight... and, oh, much smaller! Ok. NO WAY DH was ever going to be an astronaut. Shhhhhhh, don't tell DH. We all had our dreams. I was going to be rich and childless. Just kidding. I think. So my two bigger men disappear into the bowels of Mission Space and Beth, Tommy and I go around back, through MS's giftshop and into the Flight Control play area. Tommy loves the kiddie climber and disappears into it for hours. Yes... hours. It's because he's too small to go on Mission Space. And we all go over and over again. Like on all our favourite rides. Poor Tommy. We all take turns doing the Tommy-check. Is he still in the climber? Yep. What's he doing? Climbing. Sitting. Crying. Sleeping. Yep. I'm sure this is Tommy's favourite part of the "Magic". Calvin is the first to appear after the ride. He RUNS out... panting. All excited. With three inches of jean missing from the bottom of one leg. That's 2 pairs down, now. "Mommy! It was GREAT! It was COOL! I was the PILOT! I'm goin' again!" He's practically shaking. "UHHHH, Calvin?" I interject, "What happened to your jeans?" "Oh, that. Daddy tore them off." Oh. My mind does summersaults. Why? Why? Why? DH appears. "Honey! It was GREAT! It was COOl! I was the Navigator! I'm goin' again!" Wow. Creepy. I tell them to go ahead, one more time. Then we'll go. Beth is playing Mission Control anyway. I ask about the pants. Oh. Apparently Calvin had a tear in the cuff. He was stepping on it. It was irritating DH. So DH ripped the whole cuff, plus, off. He thinks it's much better. Yeah. The singular flood leg look is SO IN these days. They head off to do Mission Space again. I do the Tommy-check. He's made a friend in there. A little girl. She must be too small to ride, also. He's teaching her his "Mommy on a bun" chant. I'm sure her family will appreciate that later today.

To be continued...

 

[disney1fan]

Great TR ! Subscribing so I don't miss anything!
Thanks!

 

[CarolB]

Great reports. You really should consider a career as a comedy writer....I can't stop laughing.

 

[harleyquinn]

Just wanted to thank Texasthumper VERY VERY much. She/He...sent me a lead on the Haunted House book I was taking about. It was on E-bay... a used copy. It WAS "the Book"! I was/am/and will continue to be... thrilled. I ordered it immediately. The name is actually, "A Visit to a Haunted House". And... yes... I cried. Thank you so much. 1000thHH.

P.S. I tried to privately thank "Texasthumper" but could not get the message to be accepted. So here it is.

P.P.S. And to Shelby5514...Wow! I'm honoured.

I'm so mad!! I wanted to be the one to find the book for you I'm a librarian and couldn't resist.
Good job Texasthumper!

Great report!!

 

[elmo2wdw]

Subscribing...great report!

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Part 10

Day 2, Dec 12: As I sit beside the kiddie climber in the Mission Space building, waiting for Calvin and DH to emerge from their second voyage, I realize that I'm getting somewhat impatient. I ALSO have a bit of a passionate connection to this ride. Well, truth be told, the passion is more for Gary Sinise than Mission Space. But... Mission Space is, still, an exciting, breathtaking , unforgettable ride... as I'm SURE Gary Sinise would be, too. Sorry. But he's just so darn fine, with scrunchy cute eyes and an awesome crooked grin. In fact, Apollo 13 is the perfect movie for both DH and myself. We bought it. A long time ago. Now Calvin and I watch it. About every two or three weeks. So, I'm waiting impatiently for my turn and I KNOW it won't be anytime soon. You see, Beth will have to go next. With DH. And only DH. Just Beth and DH. I hope I don't sound too bitter. But, the truth is, my dear, sweet firstborn daughter is just a little, wee bit... timid. It took us forever to convince her to try Star Tours and when she finally did, she loved it. She does the Haunted Mansion once in a blue moon (for me!)... with her eyes closed tight most of the time. And refuses, absolutely refuses, to go anywhere near The Tower of Terror. And I've even tried bribing her... with MONEY... to go on that one. No! Not REAL money. But "money", as in: If you promise to ride The Tower of Terror next trip... Mommy will return your Monopoly money so you can play the game without having to spend an hour with markers and sissors making dollars! No! I would never do that! What I DID DO was to say to DH, in front of her, that he shouldn't even bother to ask Beth to ride MS with him because there was NO WAY she'd ever do it. Ha! She was on that ride with him SO FAST it made our heads spin. There runs a bit of a competitive streak in our family. We are suckers for dares, too. But she's still a little nervous... so the first ride this trip must be with DH. She seems to trust him more than me. And he's big. His mere presence is comforting. So DH and Calvin return and I'm right: Beth is dying to ride. But with DH. She wants Calvin to stay with me. So I agree and tell DH, "Ok... you take Beth now and when you come back, Calvin and I will ride Gary." "WHAT?" DH asks looking at me like I'm crazy, "Ride what?"... OHHHHHHHHH! Did I SAY that out loud? "I mean Mission Space, my love!" I smile. They head out. I send Calvin in for the Tommy-check. He comes out and tells me he can't find Tommy. "WHAT!!!!!!" "PSYCHE!" he yells. Calvin! This actually does annoy me and I give him the speech about "a parent's greatest fear" yada, yada, yada. It's not funny. He says he's sorry. Beth and DH return. She loved it... him, too. Again. It's our turn. We head in and line up on the dots on the floor for the pre-ride show. Hi, Gary! It's great, as usual. Especially the launch. That feels real to me. But what do I know? I love to try and watch Calvin throughout this whenever I'm able. He's loving every little bit of it. Makes me happy. He bounces off the ride and I follow him out. Pausing only to watch and see if the lady with the greenish face, leaning on the wall, actually loses her lunch. Nope. But, soon. I'd put money on it. We hook up with DH, he suggests that we head over to Test Track. Tommy has been very good and patient so it's time to reward him. Tommy LOVES Test Track. A lot. He squeals during the fast part. Me too. 'Cause it's really, really fast. But as for the ride, in general, I can take it or leave it. In fact, I can ride it any time I want back home. Whenever my Mom drives. Except for the FAST part. But the jerky, whiplash motion and almost hitting things part... MY MOM has got down pat. So we do Test Track twice in a row to appease Tommy. The other kids like it fine enough too. After this we realize we are all very thirsty. So we do what seems natural to DH. We go to the Coke place(Club Cool?) where you can try all the different products from around the world. For FREE! This is the best. DH thinks it's just super. Load up, kids, it's FREE! Now, I don't CARE if you don't like it. It tastes fine... even the BEVERLY. Yep. That's fine free product. Poor DH. But we actually all like the lemon-lime one that tastes like Sprite. And we get a funny picture of Beth and Calvin trying to force Tommy to drink Beverly. He's smarter than they think. He's the youngest. Survival instinct... strong! Then I decide I REALLY want a margarita. Please, DH! Please, please, please! He agrees and we head back towards Mexico. We get the kids those big freezie things called Itzakadoozie or something like that. They should be called "Itsgonnamakeadoozieofamessonyourshirt" instead. DH and I stand in front of the Margarita Stand and have the debate. Should we get the same... different...same... the stripey one? Yes, life is difficult when your biggest problem is what flavoured frozen margarita to get. I love vacation! We choose differently. Who CARES?! Beth offers to take a picture of DH and I with our margaritas. She says we look so happy. We're simple folk. So we all wander around enjoying ourselves and our treats. Tommy has finished his $3.00 mess-on-a-stick and is looking at Calvin's. Calvin notices him. Calvin is eating quite slowly for Calvin. He's really enjoying it and trying his best to make it last. He notices Tommy staring even more. "Oh... Tommy...do you want the rest of mine?" He asks, "Here. You can have it." And he gives it over. He gives it to Tommy! And pats his head. AWWWW! That was SO unexpected. I'm really touched. So is DH. Even though he makes a joke about how Calvin mustn't have been liking the taste. We both smile at each other and enjoy the moment. These are the things a parent must mentally file. They're small but precious. We continue to travel through World Showcase just stopping here and there when things interest us. I could spend DAYS in Epcot. My second favourite park. It's like going to school... but fun. Like fun school. Oh. Now THERE'S an oxymoron if I've ever heard one. Almost as good as jumbo shrimp and head butt.

To be continued.

 

[luvpooh]

LOL about Mr. Sinise...did you ever see him do CP???
thanks for the heads up about the new update!

 

[aplejax76]

Subscribing.....

 

[JerryMoCricketsGal]

This confirms it...i'm officially volunteering to take the Happy Haunts children with me in May....any kids that can make me laugh this hard with their antics (calvin), are worth it!! I still want to know what he was up to with sharing the treat with Tommy...i can just see the glimmer in his eyes, waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it against mamaHaunt...

'but moaahoommmm, why can't i have that? I shared my treat with tommy before'....

truly a child after my own heart...lol

 

[Kimberlyfamilyfv]

I hope you copy and print your story and put it in your photo album along with pictures of your adventures. This will be something your family will be able to reflect on in the future.

P.s. you write beautifully. awaiting your next episode.

Kimberly

 

[LiteBrite]

As we walk through the entrance to the Poly, Beth and I look at each other with our special secret smile. This is another tradition for us. This one is called "Smelling the Smell of the Polynesian". So we stop just inside and breath deeply. "I smell it. I smell it!" Beth tells me. "Me too!" Beth and I are smellers. We remember things by scent. It's not always good to be a smeller. There are MANY bad smells out there. But this is not one of them. This is the MOST WONDERFUL smell. It's another sign to us that we're HERE, at WDW. The funny thing is, though, we've noticed that Splash Mountain smells exactly the same. Hummmm. Maybe our wonderful "WDW AT LAST!" smell is dirty water.

Jumping in a few days late, but my excuse is a good one - I just got back from Disney World!

Anyway, Mel, just wanted to say thanks so much for your deliciously detailed report. This part reminds me of myself - I'm a smeller, too. We used to have a pop-up camper, which we eventually sold when we moved up to a bigger travel trailer. While moving all the old pop-up stuff into the new trailer, I came upon a bag of washcloths that had the special "pop-up" smell in them. I had my face happily buried in this pile of old washcloths, smelling deeply, when my husband asked me what in the world I was doing. I replied, "Honey, these smell just like the pop-up!" (which in my world means, these smell like all our happy memories of vacations in the pop-up). Hubby replied, "Yeah, that's the mildew." So, I guess mildew smells like happy memories to me, just like dirty water smells like WDW to you and Beth (by the way, I know that smell, and I love it too!).

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Part 11

Day 2, Dec 12: For our journey through the World Showcase, we release Tommy from his prison which is called "a stroller". We do this because World Showcase is busy... but not PACKED. If it were wall-to-wall people, we would be crazy to let him out. As it is, we are merely slightly negligent. Because Tommy meanders. He roams. And sometimes, when really energetic, he roves. He's tiny, blond, cute and, if we're not careful, GONE! So we all walk behind him in standard "Tommy is loose" form. Beth is the left flank. Calvin the right. DH and I form the core, centre column. We also call his name, often, when he looks to be straying too far. Both Calvin and Beth are very responsible in this matter. They realize it's important. And they like him. They want to make sure we return home as a group of five. We are the overprotective negligent happyhaunts. So... we call his name repeatedly to remind him that we're here and he should remember us. But, when we're together in a group, he rarely gets called his real name. We walk in a bizarre line formation behind him yelling "Filer!" and "Streps!" and "Strepsil!". DH comments that people must think we're nuts. And that Tommy has a really bad name. Ok. Little aside. The history of his nicknames follows: 1. Filer: Thanks to Calvin. When Tommy was born and we brought him home, Calvin was a wee bit jealous. He would constantly squeeze Tommy's little baby head between his two hands. Hard. Often. I would tell Calvin not to do it. Calvin would respond, "It's ok. He likes it. He's filing!" Because Calvin couldn't say the "sm" sound properly. Not "smiling" but "filing". So we started to call Tommy "Filer". 2. Streps: Thanks to me. Queen of the Nicknames. Tommy has been having quite a few bouts of severe strep throat this past year. He'll probably have to get his tonsils out. 3. Strepsil: see 2. 4. The Bama: Thanks to a family friend. He called him Tommy Bahama... like the store... for awhile. Then shortened it to Bama or The Bama. Ok. Aside officially over. Except sometimes we get fancy and call him the Strepsifiler! DH is right. Nuts. So... we're calling him. A lot. He appears to not hear us. He's just really really into World Showcase. Who can blame him? Calvin wonders if perhaps he doesn't know we're speaking to him? DH laughs. Hard. For a while. "Calvin. You're right! He probably thinks we're calling the other little boy over there. The other one named Streps!" DH has amused himself. Severely. He's so cute. We manage to track Tommy successfully through Epcot to our hotel. We have one long stop-over in Morocco. We like Morroco. There's a band playing. Tommy dances for all the people watching. DH puts his arm around me and we sort of sway together. And watch Tommy. And laugh. And drink margaritas at the same time. We're multi-tasking, overprotective, negligent happyhaunts. We head to our room back at the BCV. Watch Calvin Koala-ing down the hall to the door, again. And get ready for dinner downstairs at the Cape May Cafe. It was good. There was chowder. See dining report for more detail. We finished. We headed back to our room via the Beach Club Marketplace because Calvin STILL had not foolishly squandered his money. I wouldn't let him buy anything. I bought incredibly overpriced Poptarts. DH must NEVER know how much I paid. And milk. And juice. And soda. It was really expensive. Then we took it all back to our room. Beth started begging for a little trip to the Boardwalk. Now, Beth loves the Boardwalk. And the Grand Floridian. Beth likes nice, expensive things. Beth is truly my flesh and blood. It's because of Beth that we're staying at the Boardwalk next May. Because... we sure as HECK aren't EVER stayin' at the Grand Floridian! We just visit it from time to time. To see how people who didn't recklessly decide to have THREE children live. Very nicely... I can report. So, while staying at the Boardwalk may be slumming it, compared to the G.F., it's still pretty sweet to us! She also likes the vibe of the Boardwalk... we all do. The street performers are fantastic. And the whole place seems fun and busy and cheery. It doesn't take her too long to convince me that we should head over. DH and Calvin help in that regard. After they take turns using the bathroom it's all I can do to keep Tommy in the room. He crazed. Trying to struggle out of my arms and get the door open while chanting "Stinky, stinky Daddy! Stinky, stinky Calvie!". Beth is already waiting for us in the hall.

To be continued.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Part 12

Day 2, Dec 12: After the second terrible bathroom incident of the trip, we grab coats and meet Beth in the hall. Calvin goes Koala-ing up the hall for the third time. He's getting faster. We are all terribly amused by this. I told you: We're simple folk. We head over to the Boardwalk. When we turn the corner at the end of the path through the BCV, we can SEE the Illuminations that we heard, starting, as we walked down the path. Tiny aside: I make a note to myself to NEVER EVER stay in that part of the BCV. The 1st floor rooms whose patios are an inch away from the sidewalk. The sidewalk that hundreds of people use to get to Epcot and the Boardwalk every day. I am a smeller. And I don't close curtains. At dark, the happyhaunts live, blissfully unaware, in a little fishbowl for all the world the see. I'd hate to be the people who come upon DH standing in our room... for all the world to see... in his panties. No! DH does NOT wear panties. He wears the tighty boxer brief thingies. I call them panties to bug DH. It works. Actually, DH is kinda cute in his panties. Over. So... where was I? We can SEE the fireworks. Oh boy! I love fireworks! And Illuminations is so good. And stirring. And, I'm pretty sure it was even better because of the Christmas season. It makes me cry, too. Which DH appreciates. DH never cries at WDW. He comes close when we get our bill at the end, though. I've seen DH cry exactly three times in my whole life. At the births of our three children. THEN he was a sobbing, sniffling, gasping mess. It was SO cute. But I cry plenty. We all head to the bridge that leads to the Boardwalk and stop on it to watch the show. The kids are really into it. They gasp and comment as they watch. Calvin cracks me up. Every time there is a particularily good, large burst he says, "Wow! That's the finale!" By the fifth time, DH and I are giggling. By the tenth we are laughing. By the fifteenth time, we are roaring. Finally, he gets his finale. I say to him, "Oh! Calvin! I don't think that was the finale." And then, "PSYCHE!" DH was happy that the laughing at Calvin kept me from the ritual Illuminations Cry. We continue on down the hill to the Boardwalk. It's busy enough, but not packed like last time we were here. We notice a group of people in a half-circle. Oh! Performers! Let's go. We hurry over and join the group watching a magician. Now, we all have stamps on our foreheads. Our stamps read "Pick me!" Except for DH. His reads "Leave me alone. Pick my wife, instead." I really, really believe this because we always get chosen to join in. On our summer '03 trip, Calvin was repeatedly harrassed(in a good way) by the Straight Jacket Guy. He overheard me trying to make Calvin keep quiet during his act and started saying, "CALVIN! Pay attention!". He kept it up, throughout, and everyone thought it was a riot. Especially Calvin.
Last May the Juggler Guy picked Calvin as his assistant for his act. It was SO funny. At one point, the Juggler Guy asked Calvin to toss him one of his pins(?) or whatever it is that one juggles with and Calvin WHIPPED it at him. So hard. He kind of dodged and it missed him but he watched Calvin carefully after that. Calvin plays baseball. He has a good arm. Calvin does everything as hard and fast as possible. Including petting the cat. Backwards. Lotus loves him. If I'm Queen of Nicknames... Calvin is King of Timeouts. Oh God. This is turning into another aside. And... I got picked at the Indiana Jones Show at The Studios. 'Course, that could have been because I was jumping up and down, waving my arms and screaming "Pick me! Pick me!" and doing my dance I call "Mommy's-got-an-itchy-butt-and-no-hands-to-scratch-it". DH and Beth practically crawled under their seats. While Calvin yelled, "GO MOMMY! GO MOMMY!". And... I also have "Talk to me!" stamped there below "Pick me!". Oh! Look at the time!

To be continued. I have to go and pick up some kids I know. I'll try to finish this Day 2 thing later today.

 

[debster812]

Reading this at work. I am SO getting fired.

Twice now, my co-worker has asked what I'm laughing at.

 

[ZZUB]

Wow! This is a great report. I am really enjoying it. I got pulled into it because one of your kids is called Bama. I went to Alabama and am a huge Bama fan. I thought your kid was also going to turn out to be a Bama fan. Sadly, your report has nothing to do with the Alabama Crimson Tide. On the other hand, it's a great read. Looking forward to more.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

ZZUB wrote to me! Wow! THE ZZUB! He likes my report! He likes it! Wow! I LOVELOVELOVE ZZUB's reports! Thank you ZZUB. You're an excellent writer. You make me laugh... and cry. Oh. I gotta go. Throw up. But in a good way.