There and Back

Back from the Happiest Place on Earth.  I find so much irony in that name.  Yes, many happy times and good memories.  But there were plenty of pouty faces and fits to be had, also.  One in particular stood out.  Little C wanted to go on the Fantasyland carousel, which was fine and dandy with us, but we had to park the stroller first.  He screamed and bucked and kicked up a spectacular fit.  It was nice to have festive Bavarian music in the background as he laid himself out flat.  Not 30 minutes later, passing that same spot I saw another toddler screaming and flailing.

Obviously too much happiness can make a child go mad.  And those carousel horses.  Going round and round with those silly fake smiles plastered on their mouths.  They are so taunting.

Fifty percent of the time Honey's face looked like this:

And Miss A's face looked like this.

Little C was in Mousey heaven.  And wouldn't you know it, the best picture take of my kids that week had a large mouse in it.  I've considered wearing a costume for family photos for now on.  Clearly you can see the difference an adult in costume makes for a good picture.

DH has a mask looking like this one.  Would that work?

No seriously, do you think I could paste DH, Honey and I in that picture and make it work for our Christmas cards??

Everything went swimmingly well, with only a few minor set backs.  It rained.  Which was fine once I bought an umbrella at Target.  My "meal plan" was a flop.  I had planned on a light breakfast, midday snacks and a nice restaurant dinner for all of the days.  That lasted approximately 10 minutes after our first breakfast when Miss A intoned, "I'm starving.  STARRRVINGG.  Can I have some cotton candy?"  Which she then followed up with whining and begging at 1 minute intervals until I caved and purchased something to shut her up.  What?  It's the Disney way.  Placate.  Bribery.  And flat out extortion.  We ended up spending a month's worth of grocery money in 5 days.  Whooo!  Oh, and the sleeping arragnements.  Yeah.  If you plan on taking an infant under 2 on vacation, do yourself and your entire family a favor and book two rooms.  One for the sleepers.  And one for the up every few hours criers (including the package-deal mom).

The only real bummer was the 32 hours of driving with Honey who mutated into Horror once inside the van.  I think he cried for 24 of those 32 hours.  Oh vey.  I don't want to do that again.  Oh wait.  Scratch that.  I will be doing that again this weekend.  This calls for drugs (for me, not him).

The highlights?  Enojying our favorite type of Frys; Seeing Little C's excitement at finally being at Mickey's house ... he had to have DH hold him so he could look in every direction and not fall down;  Honey's love for Small World;  Every picture of Miss A on roller coasters had her hands straight up in the air;  Seeing cousins;  The spontaneous grab of my hand from Mr. M after spending 2 days at the park ... that hasn't happened in years;  Miss A fighting the Sith like a real Jedi;  Fireworks at the park with just me in the kids;  Seeing Mique and her family; Spending time at Gpa and Gma's;  Knowing that DH and I survived!