tinacaplan
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Once we were back from Rafikis Planet Watch, I decided we should head to another continent and see if Max did, in fact, meet the height requirement for Kali River Rapids. Max and I regularly watched the brief snippets of park footage on the Disney website and every time we watched the clip for the Animal Kingdom, he seemed excited to try KRR. And I was psyched because of all the big kids rides at Disney, Kali is the only one with a height requirement of just 38 Yes, my boy is rather on the short side.
Mark and I were both into it and we strode up to the CM who was checking height at the entrance to the ride. The plan was to pick up FPs if Max was indeed tall enough and then go off to something else in the meantime. Max had a hard time following her directions to stand up straight and tall, but he eventually did, and she deemed him worthy of a wrist bracelet. We could ride!
We grabbed FPs and turned the stroller around
Only to have Max go into mega-meltdown mode. One of the main things Max remembers from our February trip is the Boneyard, or as he refers to it, the playground with the ropes. Not the safari not Its Tough to be a Bug not even FOLK, but the playground. ARGH! Granted, I will give him that the Boneyard is a fantastically themed playground, but its still JUST a playground. I mean come on, kid, weve got slides aplenty back home. FOLK, not so much.
Deciding not to argue, Mark and I both took a deep breath and headed for Dinoland USA. We walked by EE and I considered it, but the single rider line was closed, the stand-by line was jammed packed with Brazilian tour groups and assorted other folks, and fast passes were out, as we already had them for KRR.
It was around this point when I had a stunning realization. My stomach did not feel right. It did not feel right to the point where I wondered whether or not a run-in with the Yeti would be a good idea. Hmm what was that about? More water, perhaps?
We pushed onward to Dinoland, USA and the Boneyard. Max did, in fact, have a wonderful time and decided that getting drenched in the fountains would be an excellent idea.
We were finally able to pull him out with the promise of some ice cream. I kind of wanted a jalapeno cream-cheese stuffed pretzel, as the one I had back in February was easily one of the best snacks ever, but I was beginning to question the wisdom of that.
We left the Boneyard and got Max some ice cream and we sat on a bench and watched the world go by for a few minutes. Thus far, it had not been a particularly successful day. Once Max had finished his ice cream and it was time to move again, Max had another meltdown. This time there would be giving in, no placating him. We just needed to suck it up, do the right thing as his parental units, and put an end to suffering of those around us. So we headed back to the resort.
Would a restorative nap in a cool, dark place help us enough? Or would our disaster of a day become even more disastrous?
Once we were back, I realized that my stomach really hurt. I mean, seriously. I had stabbing pains and knew that, well, throwing up was probably in my future. YUCK.
OH....and did I mention that this was the night we had tickets to the Wishes! dessert party? No? Well yes, yes it was.
The three of us rested for awhile and I did, in fact, need to use the bathroom a few times. I thought perhaps if I got whatever was in there out, I would feel better. No such luck.
At four, when Mark and Max were ready to hit MK again, I decided to try and rally and go with them. I made it onto the bus and all the way to the MK, where I decided, barely off the bus, that what I needed was to go back to the resort. It was early enough that Mark and I agreed that if I felt better, I would join them. Gotta love Disney transportation in cases such as this!
I rode back on a nearly empty bus, feeling queasy the whole way. A perfectly adorable mom and daughter asked me some questions about Cape May, to which I responded in a manner that was brusque, Im sure. My apologies, truly. Anyway, I decided to jump off at the Yacht Club as the Coke Zero I had not so wisely chosen to drink, was about to not-so magically reappear.
I raced into the YC lobby, expecting a bathroom to immediately present itself. When one did not, I raced for the rear door and just barely avoided throwing up in what is arguably one of the classier, adult hotels on property .and threw up my Coke Zero in a bush right outside the back door.
Luckily, Im fairly certain no one noticed and all it was the soda. I realized then that I should have gotten real Coke, if anything, and that Coke Zero probably lacked whatever it was that made Coke syrup good for an upset stomach.
I started my walk of shame back to the BC and went into the Marketplace, thinking that some trashy magazines and perhaps some real Coke were in order, particularly if I was going to be spending what was supposed to be such a magical evening in our room, in bed, alone. I also decided that maybe some crackers or something might help and then decided on a package of chocolate covered pretzels, Lord knows why.
Thus fortified I returned to the arctic chill of our room and got into my marshmallow of a bed and called my own mommy. Yeah, so I was feeling sorry for myself. Really sorry for myself.
Thats the thing about doing all this planning for these vacations the buildup is often so intense that when the pay off doesnt equal your expectations, its devastating. At least for me, it is. Then again, Im one of those people who truly believes that if you plan it correctly, if youre thoughtful enough, it will be perfect. Or pretty close. But vacations, clearly, are unpredictable things. One cannot predict the weather, or someones mood, or if you get bad news days before you leave (see our anniversary trip and/or February 2011 PTR for an explanation on that one, which honestly, you probably dont need), or, in this case, if you get some sort of stomach ailment.
Almost as a challenge to my stomach, I munched a few pretzels, drank some Coke and when I kept it down for over an hour, decided I would put away the latest gossip and go out into the evening. But...would all of my wishes come true?
Mark and I were both into it and we strode up to the CM who was checking height at the entrance to the ride. The plan was to pick up FPs if Max was indeed tall enough and then go off to something else in the meantime. Max had a hard time following her directions to stand up straight and tall, but he eventually did, and she deemed him worthy of a wrist bracelet. We could ride!
We grabbed FPs and turned the stroller around
Only to have Max go into mega-meltdown mode. One of the main things Max remembers from our February trip is the Boneyard, or as he refers to it, the playground with the ropes. Not the safari not Its Tough to be a Bug not even FOLK, but the playground. ARGH! Granted, I will give him that the Boneyard is a fantastically themed playground, but its still JUST a playground. I mean come on, kid, weve got slides aplenty back home. FOLK, not so much.
Deciding not to argue, Mark and I both took a deep breath and headed for Dinoland USA. We walked by EE and I considered it, but the single rider line was closed, the stand-by line was jammed packed with Brazilian tour groups and assorted other folks, and fast passes were out, as we already had them for KRR.
It was around this point when I had a stunning realization. My stomach did not feel right. It did not feel right to the point where I wondered whether or not a run-in with the Yeti would be a good idea. Hmm what was that about? More water, perhaps?
We pushed onward to Dinoland, USA and the Boneyard. Max did, in fact, have a wonderful time and decided that getting drenched in the fountains would be an excellent idea.
We were finally able to pull him out with the promise of some ice cream. I kind of wanted a jalapeno cream-cheese stuffed pretzel, as the one I had back in February was easily one of the best snacks ever, but I was beginning to question the wisdom of that.
We left the Boneyard and got Max some ice cream and we sat on a bench and watched the world go by for a few minutes. Thus far, it had not been a particularly successful day. Once Max had finished his ice cream and it was time to move again, Max had another meltdown. This time there would be giving in, no placating him. We just needed to suck it up, do the right thing as his parental units, and put an end to suffering of those around us. So we headed back to the resort.
Would a restorative nap in a cool, dark place help us enough? Or would our disaster of a day become even more disastrous?
Once we were back, I realized that my stomach really hurt. I mean, seriously. I had stabbing pains and knew that, well, throwing up was probably in my future. YUCK.
OH....and did I mention that this was the night we had tickets to the Wishes! dessert party? No? Well yes, yes it was.
The three of us rested for awhile and I did, in fact, need to use the bathroom a few times. I thought perhaps if I got whatever was in there out, I would feel better. No such luck.
At four, when Mark and Max were ready to hit MK again, I decided to try and rally and go with them. I made it onto the bus and all the way to the MK, where I decided, barely off the bus, that what I needed was to go back to the resort. It was early enough that Mark and I agreed that if I felt better, I would join them. Gotta love Disney transportation in cases such as this!
I rode back on a nearly empty bus, feeling queasy the whole way. A perfectly adorable mom and daughter asked me some questions about Cape May, to which I responded in a manner that was brusque, Im sure. My apologies, truly. Anyway, I decided to jump off at the Yacht Club as the Coke Zero I had not so wisely chosen to drink, was about to not-so magically reappear.
I raced into the YC lobby, expecting a bathroom to immediately present itself. When one did not, I raced for the rear door and just barely avoided throwing up in what is arguably one of the classier, adult hotels on property .and threw up my Coke Zero in a bush right outside the back door.
Luckily, Im fairly certain no one noticed and all it was the soda. I realized then that I should have gotten real Coke, if anything, and that Coke Zero probably lacked whatever it was that made Coke syrup good for an upset stomach.
I started my walk of shame back to the BC and went into the Marketplace, thinking that some trashy magazines and perhaps some real Coke were in order, particularly if I was going to be spending what was supposed to be such a magical evening in our room, in bed, alone. I also decided that maybe some crackers or something might help and then decided on a package of chocolate covered pretzels, Lord knows why.
Thus fortified I returned to the arctic chill of our room and got into my marshmallow of a bed and called my own mommy. Yeah, so I was feeling sorry for myself. Really sorry for myself.
Thats the thing about doing all this planning for these vacations the buildup is often so intense that when the pay off doesnt equal your expectations, its devastating. At least for me, it is. Then again, Im one of those people who truly believes that if you plan it correctly, if youre thoughtful enough, it will be perfect. Or pretty close. But vacations, clearly, are unpredictable things. One cannot predict the weather, or someones mood, or if you get bad news days before you leave (see our anniversary trip and/or February 2011 PTR for an explanation on that one, which honestly, you probably dont need), or, in this case, if you get some sort of stomach ailment.
Almost as a challenge to my stomach, I munched a few pretzels, drank some Coke and when I kept it down for over an hour, decided I would put away the latest gossip and go out into the evening. But...would all of my wishes come true?
Throwing up is one of the absolute worst things. But, to throw up at Disney is just beyond awful! I sure hope your tummy was feeling well enough for you to stay at MK that night, even if you couldn't enjoy the desserts at the Wishes party. I hope you got to go to it so you can tell us if you think it's worth it. I've considered doing it but hear so many mixed reviews.
What about the Poly? 
Or at least pretend I am! 
The pool and the beach are majorly awesome!!!!! Very excited for you!
