On with the randoms! (Which aren't really random at all, but more cohesive and like minded. In fact, let's just forget about RTT for a couple of minutes.)
Yes, we went back to Disney World this weekend. Yes, it was a lot of fun. Yes, we crammed way too much activity into way too little time, and I am now paying for it with a severely reduced capacity to concentrate and a child who thinks Mickey Mouse is our favorite relative since she seems him at least once a month and he gives her presents, never mind if Mom or Dad is the one paying for it.
Now, this trip had been on the radar since late last Spring when we were budgeting for Christmas and discussed what we would do for our nephews Cristian and Cameron. They're all around great kids with quick smiles and a propensity for getting on your good side no matter how annoying they may seem at times, and all teenagers can be annoying, and one of them, not saying who, made a comment on Facebook about how he wanted to go to a theme park. John and I decided we would be the coolest aunt and uncle in the whole world and started saving separately for a weekend of fun for them which included a day in Disney World. After clearing it with their parents, come Christmas morning, we made the announcement and got some excited smiles.
And that's how this weekend happened. Of course, cramming it all into one weekend was a bit of a feat, and we may have been kicked a couple of times by that same feat (word play, go with it) starting with the drive over:
Will someone please tell me why the one major artery for Western Florida has to close in two separate places for two separate reasons on the same day at the same time which forces people to detour into parts unknown hoping to find their way to a street that will migrate them a little further so they can get back onto the highway if and ONLY IF the highway is open at that point? And will someone please explain why they can't bring out a blinking sign that tells everyone how to go about the detour and what streets to look for if they're not familiar with the area instead of expecting us to all imitate lemmings and just follow each other through whatever outskirts town because "he's moving forward, that means he knows where he's going, follow him!"?
(And will someone please tell me why other driving age adults in the car will probably think there wouldn't be a detour or two in the first place if THEY were driving?) (Just a question. And a silent one at that, hence the parentheses.)
Despite the rough start, we made it to the land of Money Mickey by 10:30 AM for a quick check in at the hotel, a moment to dump the luggage, claim beds, (when there's seven people involved, it can get risky and negotiations tend to break down when blood sugar is low) and grab only what we needed for a day in the Kingdom.
And then the real fun began:
With exception of the second photo on Thunder Mountain (which was taken with my point and shoot and given a little radiating touch in Photoshop), all of the pictures were taken by me and were just okay. Until John got to them in editing. And now I love them.
We had a wonderful time, met up with my parents, sister, and other nephew who were also playing in the park (we're not the only Floridians with Season Passes, you know), and spent the time just playing and forgetting that Monday was looming just around the corner.
I love my nephews. All of them, including the one who will be coming next month. But boys, especially teenagers, MUST have attention. At one point in the evening, there were 11 of us in the hotel suite, and while there were 3 separate areas complete with balconies, it got crowded. QUICKLY.
And on Sunday, while we were touring Downtown Disney, both Cristian and Cameron thought I must have had it too easy during the weekend and took turns playing with my patience to the point that I may have yelled out, "I don't want any more children if only for the 50% chance that it may be a boy!" and drawn attention to myself.
No, really. They're great kids and love Sprite to the point that she protested terribly when they left to go home. Stupid Monday and it's stupid rules.
Now, go shower some attention on Keely.