I know it’s been a wicked long time since I got off my ass and blogged, and this isn’t a particularly great post…sorry. I’m sure I’ll return shortly with diatribes about how people annoy the crap outta me. In the mean time, this is where I’m at.
If Lewis CK & Minnie Mouse had a baby…it would be me. I’d be the most profane mouse known in the Magic Kingdom. I love Disney. Yes, I know they control most of the “free” world, but I love, love, love all things Disney. I went to Disney World in elementary school & it was great, but when I moved to California in ’97 & went to Disneyland, I fell in love.
Forever kind of love.
When Emmy was about 9 months old, I got it in my head to take her and Alec to Disneyland and show them my old stomping grounds so to speak. Through a series of events, Alec’s folks and Statler & Waldorf joined us.
For 2 weeks.
You might think that the Tower of Terror is a scary ride, but believe me, the in-law ridewe were on was the scariest in the park. With no exit.
Between Waldorf wanting guess everyone’s name based on their ethnicity (guess how many times he guessed Juan? Good times) and Statler’s constant complaining (it was most unfortunate that I could do nothing about the Californian climate for her, there are just some things out of my control!), I honestly felt like we had 3 children sometimes.
I became a chain smoking alcoholic for 13 sleeps. We returned and felt like we needed another 2 weeks off.
But there were some good memories. Fun times with Minnie. And it was the place that Emmy pulled herself up to stand on her own for the first time.
During the spring/summer, Alec was working like a crazy man. Many hours. Many missed moments. I decided to whisk Emmy away to the Happiest Place on Earth for a weekend getaway and give us both a break. Alec decided he didn’t want to miss the fun & we began vacation planning. Somehow I managed to pull everything together for mid September. Just in time to celebrate Emmy’s birthday. We’re staying at the Grand Californian thanks to a wicked promo Disney had on. It’s one of those hotels I would walk by and think “some day”, and we’re actually friggin’ doing it.
So now Emmy is counting the sleeps and getting excited. Not as excited as me though. She basically thinks we’re going to the biggest Disney Store ever. Well, I guess we are. I’ll be booking our Disney Dining reservations this week and beginning the lists of stuff to pack.
As we’ve gotten closer though, Emmy is showing signs of nervousness. She loves watching planes, but isn’t thrilled at the thought of flying in one. Has anyone else had a nervous child flyer? I don’t think the TV option is going to cut it on the plane, what have you used to keep your little ones from being afraid of the plane? I’m hoping we can chat with a Flight Attendant when we get to the airport. What are your kids’ favourite activities on a plane?