In which we arrive and the magic begins.
We had a 7:30 AM flight,
because I foolishly assumed that since she always sleeps in her seat in the
car, she’d sleep in it on the plane. She
was generally cranky and irritable most of the trip down, and didn’t like being
confined to the seat or the small space in our row. Of course, when we had to buckle her in for
final descent, she fell fast asleep. I got to carry her, in her car seat,
through much of Orlando International Airport, thus preparing my back for the
rest of the trip. The magical express
bus took us to the Pop Century Hotel where we checked in. Anabelle marveled at the “Big Giant Baloo and
Mowgli” by the pool and the other giant props as well. I was excited to find out we were in the
Giant Big Wheel and Foosball Table building.
Adding in the Giant Mickey Phone across the way, it was like being in a
Dick Sprang Batman comic.
We took our first bus to the
park. A side note about the buses: That’s the big advantage to the deluxe
resorts…it’s not the service, it’s not the restaurants, it’s not even the
rooms, it’s the fact that you don’t have to take a bus every single place you
have to go. Because lets face it…even
with Disney magic, a crowded bus is still a crowded bus. What makes the busses worse is the enormous
number of those rented scooters. I have
nothing against people who are legitimately handicapped, or otherwise cannot
walk. But seriously, if your handicap is
that you can’t resist the dessert counter on the buffet line, you shouldn’t be
renting one of these things. The
scooters themselves take up three seats on the bus, and that’s not counting how
many seats the person’s gonna overflow into.
Also since they are rentals, these people have no idea how to drive
them, let alone back them into a bus, making the rest of us stand in the heat
while they figure it out. There were
three of them getting on one bus, and another bus came and picked us up before
they finished loading the first. One
last scooter rant and I promise I’ll stop: just because one member of the
family can't walk, doesn’t mean you should rent them for the whole clan. Some places looked like the “Hell’s Tubbos”
biker gang cruising by.
Once we all got on the bus, we
heard the wonderful announcement telling us to make sure we don’t stand up
while the bus is moving, unless you don’t have a seat, in which case you should
hold on for dear life. We finally took
our baby to the most magical place on earth.
She talked the whole way down
about how she wanted to see Baloo and Mowgli at Disney, having watched Jungle
Book upwards of a thousand times before the trip. Who, to our delight, did we see as we entered
the park? Baloo and King Louis right
inside the gate. We excitedly brought
her over to meet Baloo, and in a moment that was a good foreshadowing of many
of our excited times, she ran screaming in the opposite direction.
Mickey and Minnie were
together on main street, and in another “first of many"s, they went on an
extended break as soon as we got on line, and we had to go to our lunch
reservation. We had a nice meal at
Tony’s, where I actually ate and enjoyed the spinach dip (this place really is
magical). Anabelle was very excited to see the fountain in Tony’s that she
named, “Raining on Lady and the Tramp”. After lunch we bought her ears, and
caught the parade much to Anabelle’s enjoyment.
Then it started to rain, forcing us to put her in the stroller to cover
her, while we tried to figure out what to bring her on first. By the time we reached the castle, she fell
asleep. As this was before we learned
that this was when we should take turns on rides, we went shopping.
When she awoke, we took her
on the first (of many many) small world rides, followed by a couple more small world
rides, then Peter Pan, which she liked. Although truthfully, I don’t think she
saw almost any of the ride, as she was too short to see over the edge of the
ship. She was in a good mood, giving us
confidence to try Snow White’s Scary Adventures, and though she said “Wanna Go
Back” (which would later become her mantra) at some of the spooky parts, once
the dwarfs showed up she was happy again.
To “calm her down” after the
witch, we took her to the Winnie the Pooh ride.
On the line she was all excited that she could hear Tigger talking.
Then the ride began…
She spent the ENTIRE ride
screaming “WANNA GO BACK” in abject panic and terror, reaching a crescendo in
the surreal heffalump and woozle scene, which I foolishly assumed would be her
favorite part. She was so panicked that
it took several small worlds and a carousel ride to calm her down. We also went to the grotto to see Ariel
(where she got over "being a little guppy" quickly and gave the
mermaid hugs and kisses), and visited Minnie’s house (which she played in a
lot). Both of which were much happier
times.
I had planned for us to eat
outside the restaurant/ice cream parlor on Main Street and catch the
Spectromagic parade. There were some
slight flaws with this plan.
That restaurant severely limited
its dessert selection since the last time I’d gone…
and they appeared to have
removed the outside seating.
(Or I was remembering
Disneyland, not Disney World…your mileage may vary.)
Midway through dinner, I
yanked my poor tired and hungry daughter out of her high chair, and ran outside
with her on my shoulders to catch the parade.
It worked out well for Rosa too, giving her time to actually feed
herself for a change. We finished up,
and I bought Anabelle the Minnie balloon I promised her for our room. I was incensed on the bus when I realized
that they gave me a Mickey balloon…until I realized that all the balloons have
Mickey on one side and Minnie on the other.
This pretty much sums up my mental state during this trip. We saw some fireworks from the bus window,
and collapsed back at the hotel, where our child was very excited to sleep in
"Anabelle's big bed".
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I feel like I'm having one of those Mandela Effect things. I thought Snow White closed way before that! For a few scary moments, I thought I had been tricked by another fake blogger. But instead of cancer...fake Disney trips. Although now that I think of it, with all your research, if you were a fake blogger, it would have been shameful for you to mess up the Snow White thing.
ReplyDeleteBut anyway...Googled and saw that I'm wrong about Snow White. That's very cool, because I would have felt obligated to quit your blog, and I'm having so much fun reading.
Still having those weird Mandela Effect ...feelings, though.
If I end up reading about Annabelle enjoying Mr Toad in Fantasyland...I'm going to be really freaked out.
Glad you're enjoying it. I'm not sure I could make up most of the stuff that happens on our Disney trips. Disney World, like Up the Lake, is an infinite source for comedy material.
ReplyDeleteAny errors are from my failing memory, but for the more recent ones I took notes while there, and had the rest of the gang correct me when I made mistakes.
Thanx again!