First Day of Christmas Post: ONE Ambitious Idea
Second Day of Christmas Post: Sea TURTLE Vacation
Third Day of Christmas Post: THREE in one God
Fourth Day of Christmas Post: FOUR Instagram Accounts
Fifth Day of Christmas Post: FIVE Days at Disney World
Sixth Day of Christmas Post: SIX Players on the Ice
I know the Disney vacation post was lengthy. However, there are other things I remember from the trip while going through my pictures and decided to share them.
1. I absolutely love my husband. He is comfortable with who he is and has a way of making me laugh when the situation would normally make me anxious or embarrassed. He enjoys having conversations with the characters and cast members. The first time he and I went to Disney world, he insisted that Goofy explain to him why Pluto acts like a pet while Goofy acts more human when they are both dogs. Turns out, Goofy is technically a Dog-Man. Well, this trip was no different. The hubs struck up a conversation with lovable Kevin from Up. As my children looked on in horror, their father stopped the crowd and warned Kevin about the bad man and dogs hunting him. Ha ha ha. I explained that they would need to get over any embarrassment because Daddy would be doing this the whole trip.
2. The last time my husband and I visited Disney World, we participated in a sketch class where we drew Goofy. I had a blast. He did not. We still have the drawings. They are excellent examples of my Random Abstract brain versus his Linear Concrete one. We tried it again with the kids. This time it was Shere Khan from The Jungle Book as the subject. Everyone did great!
3. I've never seen Avatar. At all. Not even small scenes. At first, I just did not see it when it was in theaters. Then everyone kept talking about how amazing it was, so the alt rebel in me refused to see it. Stupid, I know. It happens. Pandora is pretty darn cool though. We rode one of the rides which was pretty cool. While waiting in line, my oldest read all the information about the flora and fauna of Pandora. Now, we have to see it. Maybe next time we visit Disney, we can ride the main Pandora attraction (the line for that clocked at 3+ hours when we were there).
4. Next time we'll need to build a day in for rest. We hit the parks hard, and it took its toll on my youngest. He fell asleep during two meals on day three: breakfast and lunch.
5. No matter how old I am, I cry at some point meeting the characters. It is silly but something about knowing there are people on this planet who want to spread joy simply by being the real life counterpart to an animated or fictional character. When you meet Mickey, every part of your soul believes that is Mickey Mouse. I looked so forward to meeting Princess Belle. Did I know the Belle I met at Epcot in France was not the same Belle my boys met in Magic Kingdom the day before? Logically, I did. It didn't matter. I could have stood there with her kindly complimenting my Figment Mouse ears and appreciation for my Beauty and the Beast inspired lipstick all day every day.
6. My heart broke a little watching my oldest experience everything. He is 10, almost 11, and there are days I see those hormones wreak havoc on him. He doesn't completely understand why he is embarrassed or why something seems so uncool. Other days he is just a regular kid ready to jump in and have fun no matter who is watching. Disney World is an interesting place when you are going through this because everyone feels like a kid. However, if your body is sending you annoying signals that you should act older what do you do? He had fun. I know it, but there was one moment in particular during the Indiana Jones stunt show. I looked over and the only thing on his face was pure wonderment and joy. He suspended all disbelief and bought into that show wholeheartedly. I got choked up.
7. Finally, the night show at Disney Hollywood Studios is great. Very few people were in the front three rows, so we ran down to get good seats. I couldn't believe our luck...until the show started. They really should pass out rain panchos. We were uncomfortably damp (near soaking wet) when the show ended. That water can mist ya something terrible. Even the flames couldn't dry us out completely.
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