"Look! It's i-ron man!" RJ is pumped. The monorail is painted up for The Avengers. I have no idea who the Avengers are. Neither does he. But he's pumped. Four days of lollipops and maple syrup will do that for you. (At this point, he is channeling Buddy the Elf--all he eats is sugar).
With breakfast finished, we're off to the Magic Kingdom--with Gma C in tow. I hope she ate her Wheaties.
We rode the magic carpets of Aladdin. "The camels spit! I gonna spit back!" (Fast forward to that night at the hotel, and spitting back doesn't seem like such a good idea. RJ spit on his mommy when he realized that bedtime comes--even in the Magic Kingdom).
Me: "Hey RJ! Let's ride the Jungle Cruise!"
RJ: "No! I wanna ride race cars!"
Tomorrow, tomorrow...you're only a day away. Just as Tommorowland is only a short walk away.
Day Three: Still going. We swam. And swam. And rode the water slide. We ate poolside as only Disney can offer--Mouse ice cream sandwiches. We're at Disney World! Woo-Hoo! (it takes longer to get going with each passing day).
Day Three: Dinner with Pooh and Friends. "I'm sorry, what's your name? I don't see you on the list." What? "Sorry folks, park's closed." It's that kind of moment. For a brief flash of time, I recall Clark Griswold holding John Candy at gunpoint on a roller coaster. I know where he's coming from.
We're on the list! We made the list! We get to eat with Pooh! The buffet is kid friendly and adult friendly too. Despite the surprisingly grown up fare, I feel the need to inhale my chicken and salad. There's a lot of activity. And a lot of spilling. Just a lot of everything. RJ forgot his autograph book. I convince him that Pooh and his friends haven't gone to preschool and can't write their names anyway.
GiGi turns seven months old today. Every month on his "birthday," I took RJ's picture with the stuffed puppy his Poppy brought him to the hospital. I've done the same with GiGi. The puppy was the first thing to make it into the suitcase. And we got the pictures done. At Disney World!
Day Three: "Look! Curb space!" This is prime parade real estate. GiGi and I hold down the pavement. This will turn out to be one of my favorite memories. She gave me baby sugars, and I snuggled her chubby thighs. We watched the pre-parade shows in the shadow of Cinderella's castle and watched a miniature Cinderella (whose real name was Caroline) twirl in the pixie dust. Some moments aren't captured on a camera, but you know that you'll remember them forever. This was one of those moments.
Meanwhile....RJ rides the race cars. Again.
Day Three: No really, it's still Day Three. The Main Street Electrical Parade. Thousands of sparkling lights. A theme song I can't forget. (No. Really. I can't forget it. It's like the casino noises that still ring in your head long after you've returned to your hotel room in Vegas.).
We make it back to the hotel. RJ spits in my face. He sits in time out. Time out means the kitchenette. There's just a lot of family time at Disney World. A lot. It is a magical night. Disney World starts to have that effect after three days.
Day Four: We're at Disney World. Mommy and GiGi are going to shop with our discount coupon. The rest of you are not invited. We will see you in two hours. Or two days. Or two weeks.
The boys swim with Gma C. GiGi and Mommy shop. We consider princess dresses. And then we think not. GiGi will decide which princess she is on her own time. We nap. We swim.
Day Four: Hollywood Studios. I'm not a movie junkie. I still haven't seen The Shawshank Redemption (Yes, I'm serious. Stop judging me.). But, rumor has it that Lightening McQueen lives at Hollywood Studios.
We take a bus. RJ rides "alone," across from the rest of us. He looks strangely like a 40-year old business man commuting to the bank. We eat dinner at the Prime Time Cafe--a restaurant designed to make you feel like you're eating in a 1950's sitcom. It feels strangely home like. And I realize that we may be in the strong minority in that we eat dinner together every night at the table. I appreciate that I'm able to bring this little bit of Disney magic home.
It's Lightening McQueen! I'm thinking Lightening will talk. Or rev his engine. Or show me his spark plugs. But he doesn't. All he does is sit. So does 'Mater. I'm rather disappointed. RJ is not. And I am grateful.
"RJ, do you want to watch a Muppet movie?"
"No. I want to go to bed." (It really is magical here!).
We stop and watch Jedi training. It's kind of like Vo-Tech for 8-year olds wanting to join the Jedi Knights--there's a trainer: "Oh, who's that on your shirt? Minnie Mouse? Yes. Yes. She can't help you now!"
There's Darth Vader. He's about 5 foot tall and is pretty accommodating to the knee knockers and their training sabers. At the end they're certified and have marketable skills.
RJ has never seen Star Wars. He would like an Ewok as a pet. He wants a light saber. He gets a light saber. He swings the light saber in front of us as we stroll out of the park. People scatter. Mommy takes the light saber.
We're at Disney World! It is time to sleep. (Thank God).
The Pictures:
We swam.
GiGi sunned. Not in a suntan kind of way. In a "my mommy makes me wear SPF 60" kind of way.
Gma C visited.
GiGi has had it.
Oral fixations.
I am seven months old!
RJ lollipops. (Lollipops--it's now a verb).
Someday we'll think it's cute that there's a lollipop in his mouth in every picture. Actually, I think it's pretty cute right now.
You have got to be kidding me. It's a tiger. This is not okay.
Make a wish RJ!
Absolutely jazzed to be riding the race cars. Again.
There is no more excited little boy in the park right at this precise moment.
And finally, finally, it is time to sleep.
Waiting on the bus. I take pride in the fact that my child is sitting on the chair, not crawling on the table behind it. I will not be so proud on Day Six.
Lightening McQueen!
Mater!
I don't know what this thing is, but Daddy was more excited than all of the rest of us.
Watching Jedi training. Real Jedi's don't have Cookie Monster underpants. I'm grateful that RJ isn't a real Jedi yet. Because Cookie Monster underpants make me smile.
There's a light saber. In the double stroller. This seems like a good idea.
And we shall see how it turns out...in Chapter 4.
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