We just got back from DisneyWorld.
And I have an embarrassing confession. I don’t actually have any pictures of the kids *at* DisneyWorld. But, I promise we were there. I plan on telling you all about it, day by day, until you’ve heard so much about DisneyWorld that you want to kill yourselves. So, let’s get started…
A week ago today we woke up at 4:30 a.m. to catch our 6 a.m. flight. The kids were so excited to be going that we were packed up in record time. We had to make sure our house was perfect as well so that we could still have viewings while we were away, and that added an extra bit of stress to the morning. But, it all worked out, we got to the airport in time and soon we were on our long, five hour flight to Florida.
So, I have something to say about people that recline their airplane seats. They are buttholes. If you are a seat recliner, you are also a butthole. And I always, *always* sit behind seat recliners. Which is unpleasant when you’re sitting by yourself in a tiny little seat with no leg room scrunched between two horrible children (which belong to me, but still.) However, it is extremely difficult when you have an 8 month old on your lap. Especially during “lunch”. Lunch on Alaska Air, we learned the hard way, isn’t really a meal so much as a box of snacks that they make you pay five dollars for. Pretzels, pretzel dip, crackers and cheese spread, applesauce, granola… a seemingly endless supply of small packages that were all very exciting to Kitty… and thanks to the very cramped quarters and the reclining jerk in front of me, right in arms reach for her! Yay! So, the entire time that I was trying to feed the two of us, I was also trying to prevent her from grabbing the applesauce, dip, drinks and knocking them all over the place. And failing. Cheese and dip was flying everywhere, but especially all over me.
And the poor boy sitting beside us was trying to listen to music on a laptop, but every time I turned my head to talk to one of the other kids, Kitty would reach over and yank the headphone plug out of his computer. He was a good sport about it, but by fourth time, I think he wanted to bite her. I didn’t blame him much.
Before we left Mr. Darcy spent hours downloading movies onto his Ipod for the kids to watch, but of course they all wanted to watch different movies and so there was a lot of “Whine whine whine whine whine” going on when one of them had to watch Ice Age instead of Star Wars or whatever. And what is so fascinating about airplane bathrooms that made Lizzy want to be in there every half hour? I told her she could go once and that was it… and so I got to hear even more “Whine whine whine whine whine” about that. I promise you… she did not need to pee. She just wanted to feel like a Junior Flight Attendant walking up and down the aisle, I think.
Changing a poopy diaper in a tiny airplane bathroom is truly a thrilling experience. Someday, I hope that Mr. Darcy gets to experience it as well.
Actually, the flight out to Florida was very smooth. We were all relatively well rested, despite getting up so early. We still had patience with the kids, and were anticipating our exciting trip to Florida. It’s always the flight home that is filled with horror. But, you have to wait a week to hear about that glorious adventure.
Tomorrow: The Magic Kingdom and the Three Family Rules for DisneyWorld