Spring Break has come and gone. We went to Walt Disney World – along with fourteen billion other people – at least, that’s what it felt like. We found some cheap tickets via Nashville and made it in to Orlando just in time for dinner.
Gracie was a total champion on the airplane. I was so worried about how she was going to handle the flight – let’s face it, she can be quite, um, challenging. Girlfriend knocked it out of the park though! The boys begged to let her sit with them and I acquiesced.
And yes, that is a pacifier in her mouth. Yes, I know she is three. Look, all the adoption literature I’ve read says ‘pay for the braces – let them keep the pacifier.’ This may be complete malarkey but it keeps her so calm. One crisis at a time and it’s not the binky’s turn yet.
This was me for the first leg of the flight. Constantly checking to make sure that she hadn’t unbuckled and was careening down the aisles.
True story: ten minutes after take off I look back and she is sound asleep. Score!
We took the Magical Express to the resort. On a side note, isn’t the Magical Express just so much more magical on the way there than it is on the way back? It really is nice now. We checked our bags in Nashville and they were dropped off to our hotel room later. With that many kids it was nice to not worry about the bags.
The bus dropped us off at Fort Wilderness so we could have dinner at the restaurant called Trail’s End. I love Fort Wilderness. If only those little cabins were bigger! Our fourteen – okay five plus two sitters – children just won’t fit in them.
We took the boat to the Magic Kingdom then monorailed (Haha – silly autocorrect doesn’t think monorailed is a word) over to our resort.
Look at that little angel. I love that little critter.
“Really Mom? Angel? Angel of what?”
Pictured above: Stella’s biggest tormentors. It’s 51% their fault and 49% her fault. Here is an example of the fights they get in:
Stella: “This apple is big.”
Hank: “Your head is big!”
Damien: “Oh!!!! You wrecked her!”
Stella: “Wahhhh!!!! Mom, they said my head was big!”
It’s their fault for being obnoxious and choosing to engage her and it’s her fault for not just letting stupid stuff like ‘your head is big’ go. On the one hand, I’m glad they are bonding so well, on the other hand, I’d prefer them to not bond over torturing a seven year old.
It’s the end of the trail for that behavior! And that pacifier! Well, one day soon anyway…