So I re read my previous trip report and I have decided two things. I don't have a lick of sense. And I need some sort of censor button. Somebody stop me!!!
I guess I should list our cast members again just for hoots and Hollers.
Me, Mrs. The King. I stole my Hubby's Id early in my Dis career because he had like 88 posts. I am a Mom. I have been a Stay at home mom for over 9 years now. I have done many things to hustle some dolla bills. Like Ebay, daycare, etc. Now both kids are in school and I Substitute teach. I love it. I will warn you now, I find potty humor irresistible. Get out now if you find it unappealing. Run fast. And don't read the TR in my siggy. I am 33, just a few weeks from 34.
Him, Mr. The King. A patient special education teacher that specializes in emotionally disturbed middle schoolers. I could never do his job. It is very tough. His parents are also amazing teachers with the same specialty. I am crazy about his family and can't wait to get them to Disney with us someday. More about Mr. The King. He is smart. Very smart. He hides it well.
Prince Charming (PC) My son just turned 9 years old. He was born a gentleman. I really can't take credit for how wonderful he is. It is in his soul and eyes. He is pure goodness and takes after his father. He holds doors, is polite, bangingly smart, and so appreciative of anything he receives. He will be an amazing man.
Princess Stitch (PS) My girl just turned 6. She is trouble. She takes after me. Poor thing. She is feisty, and funny. She loves music and animals. She walks the tightrope of tomboy and princess like a pro. I love that. I love that she can be in her princess dress holding a frog in each hand. She has potty humor too (like these kids had a choice)
Grandma
My mom. She will be on board for our trip. Really she just likes alone time with the kids. She is the source of all my evil powers and weird impulses. She is adorable and looks like everyone's favorite grandma. She has a way of talking to people that puts them at ease and allows her to tell them anything. Lipstick on your teeth? Fly unzipped? Grandma
has got your back.
Grandpa He is a saint. He is a hard working, very funny guy. He loves playing with the kids. And they are crazy about him. This year, he should appear more in my trip report, because he will be with us every evening and two days in parks.
I am jonesing for Disney
. I can't lie. Our One day sneaky visit was last April. I need my Disney. I like once a year, long leisurely vacation. Almost decadent use of tickets and time. Hot? Let's go to the pool for a few hours.. Tired? Sleep in! This year we a ripe for Disney. Ripe. Ripe was a word Grandma
always used for stinky armpits. That's about where I am now. I am stinky for Disney.
I want my POP. I want my ADRs. I want to break in our Dining plan. What will that be like? I wonder. I am trying to eat more now to stretch my stomach out so I can get the most bang for my buck.
This is my first pre trippie. I will try to include the hand painted outfits, the Tinkerbell presents, ADR plans. I want to try out the Princess and Pirate Party. Mr. The King can be the princess and I will be the Pirate.
Small talk. I just realized I suck at it. So bad. I have two examples for you.
I was watching my daughter's soccer game. (Which is really a blob of kids running in a pack together for 40 minutes too long at this age) And making the dreaded "small talk". The nice lady had described a restaurant and how fancy it is. Super fancy, leave the kids home and get dressed up kind of fancy. I was nodding and tried to make some noise out of my mouth to show I was paying attention. So I said "So it is real Ritsy Titsy?" My brain stalled. I can't believe I just made up a word like Titsy
and tried to pass it off in an adult conversation. So of course, this has sent me into a fit of inappropriate giggles which, to my horror, turned into an all out crying laughing, slapping my knees, farting heckle. I could hardly breathe
at my own embarrassment. For Pete's sakes. It's bad enough I said it. No need for the spectacle of me dissolving in to hysterics.
Another example.
Gesturing with a tampon while talking to prominent community officials does not make your point more valid. I was digging through my purse getting my keys, when I was stopped by an important official to discuss some community issues. Not a problem, I was on my game this time. I made my case, with lots of elaborate hand gestures, as I always do when I a passionate about an issue. In horror, out of the corner of my eye, I see that I am holding not just my keys, but a tampon as well. My heads up response "Oh Look, I have a tampon, but I am not on my period right now or anything."
More poor son, may have inherited this gift. The other day after eating a Peppermint Patty, he told me "Mom, every time I eat one of these cookies, I feel like I am sweating!"
By the time I am done with you, that puppy will be biting your legs!!! Welcome aboard 
I spent the night looking at photos from our trip three years ago. What nice memories. I can't believe what a difference three measly years makes in the life of a child. PC is eating us out of house and home. He is huge and still delightfully a child. PS has been out of diapers longer than she was in them. She insists on short hair. I am trying to come up with hand made shirts for my boy that aren't too 'baby'. I was thinking of trying to make a shirt using pictures of vintage Disney tickets. I have some from 1982. But I will have to hunt for more. Maybe a transportation of disney theme again. I made a shirt in the pictures I looked at tonight that had a monorail, train, bus, and tram. He really liked it then. I also want to do a family matching shirt as well. You can only do this in Disney. Mr. The King has become addicted to the photo boards here on the Dis. So I have a lot of digital pictures in my future. Of things other than my kids which I am opposed to. He is getting pretty good at taking these pictures too. Yesterday he busted out of the house in his underwear to catch a picture of a red bird on a stick. Now I have 342 pictures of the flipping bird and his friend, other red bird. 
So I might have to fly down for my grandfather's party a month later. There is no way we can do Disney with out the ultimate hook up from my mom. BTW you are too cute in your first picture in your England pre trippy!!!
