Disney Whaaa

Disney World - Orlando, Fl - This was almost the setting of my demise. I can just see it now “Montgomery Local and Crappy Blogger impales self, face first, onto Cinderella’s Many Spires”. For the record, the most disturbing part of that for me is that my blogging IS currently crappy. We all have standards.

Getting up at 4 AM? Pssh. I’ve done worse. Airport by 7? Flight? Nope. Those didn’t phase me. But by 3 PM, standing semi-lost in EPCOT admist a failed Disney Dream (which is exactly what EPCOT is), 2 cranky kids, a cranky mother and a cranky step-dad and I was ready to walk home.

Needless to say, I don’t suggest just throwing yourselves into the parks on hour 8. Even after the $53 umbrella stroller purchase (bring your own damn umbrella stroller), I was really pondering whether this whole “magic” thing meant I had to eat the mushrooms.

Then, food came and the boys met Mickey (and Minnie, Donald, Goofy, Pluto, etc). The meal was great and both kids lit up. Ok, ok. Sigh. Maybe I couldn’t give up just yet.

They slept like rocks - beautiful, partially coma’d rocks. 

We spent the next day “by the book” in Magic Kingdom. Hopping from ride-to-attraction-to-ride, the magic began to set in. And, much to my surprise, I was actually sober and experiencing this (mushrooms not needed). Conner had entered some parallel universe. Chase thought the monorail was his life’s calling. To each their own.

And we ate, and walked, and became sore, and ate more, and walked a lot more, and enjoyed every ride we possibly could at the Magic Kingdom.

Then we did that for 2 more days - meeting charatcers, spending time with one another, riding rides (some many times). Conner rode his first “big people” roller coaster, laughed his way through the Haunted Mansion, hurled down Splash Mountain and held his own. I’m so proud. : )

Chase… Chase loved the monorail.

Did I mention that? He kept memorizing which train we were on, wanted to know which was next, pointed out when a new color would pass, etc. He did, for the record, have a ball too.

Back in reality we are - where castles aren’t dripping in lights, 6-foot-tall mice don’t lurk around corners, and it takes a lot more effort to make my boys practically glow from excitement.

But then - there’s Christmas.