CampbellScot
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2006
NOTE TO MODS: This is NOT a Pre-Trip...it's just a long pre-RAMBLE. But it IS the beginning of a real Trip Report.
anyhow...
Perhaps I'm not completely wicked...but I have my moments. I have this killer "Wicked Stepmother" eyebrow arch thing that does WONDERS in frightening small children and getting them to cease all behaviors that irritate me...b/c I'm wicked. That's what I do.
I suppose I'm not so wicked that I couldn't plan this Disney Trip with my step kiddos in mind. I love them to bits and I wanted their first real trip to Disney to be magical!! Of course when we started planning this trip a year ago...days after returning from my Disney Honeymoon, (I'd been planning my wedding and honeymoon for a year, I needed something new to "PLAN"...I'm nuts that way!), our lives were very different than they are now.
It was a pretty good situation with my husband and his kids. They lived about 10 minutes away, we were a daily part of their lives. They lived here 50% of the time...everything was EvenSteven...daddy got to attend Brownies events and pick the little guy up from Pre school...they didn't miss birthday parties or soccer games,there weren't a lot of "separation issues"...the kids were doing great, their lives hadn't been disrupted. They had their school, their grandparents five houses away, their friends...all was well...as can be when your dad moves out. *ahem* THEN out of the blue (well actually this little coup was in the works for 18 months, I KNEW something was up but we were assured that there were no plans to change anything in terms of custody...I didn't believe it...too many comments from the kids like "Mommy showed us our new school down the shore..." WHAT?! Call mommy and "What? That's weird...we were down the shore last weekend, but I don't know why they would say that..." Hmm....FUNNY...silly children hallucinating were they?) anyhow..."out of the blue" the kid's mom announces she is moving down the shore, an hour away, and was taking the kids with her. Period. Nothing would change...except we would see them MUCH less, their lives would be totally upended, we would know nothing of their school, or their friends, or ever be able to attend any events or extra curricular activities without massive planning and taking time off of work and allowing for major traffic to get down there...other than THAT, nothing would change...okay? Good. Don't try and stop me...Thanks...
SO...we were suddenly plunged into a custody battle. It's ongoing. It's horrible. The kids are starting to come unglued...nail biting, bed wetting, behavioral problems, flat out depression...I'm reliving my childhood nightmare through these two kids. It's pretty awful and I'm getting to the point of being ready to say Uncle. The kids aren't going to last through this. Their mom refuses to see any of this. She wants what she wants. Period. She says that a lot. She thinks if she says "Period" at the end of a sentence, the world will agree with her lunacy.
Okay on to the Disney part...*ahem* We needed something to look forward to, to plan for. All year long we invoked the "Disney Magic" when things got sort of gloomy. We talked about Disney to change the subject, to distract us, to calm anxiety...it was our emotional life raft. It still is. We love Disney. Its Magic is real to us and we were ready and rarin to go when "Departure Day" arrived.
Oh wow, forgot the introductions!
My husband: Jay...aka Daddy. (the kids call him that, not me...minds out the gutter people!) A diagnosed Obsessive Compulsive. He cleans for fun. He is very organized, very Type A, very in control of things. He is a wonderful husband and father. Devastatingly handsome...witty and intelligent...
I'm not sure how I lucked out, but I'm telling y'all, I WON the husband lottery. He's amazing. He is the GLUE.
Sally (8)- aka: SallyRally, MissBossyPants,Worry the Wart Hog, Fred (I call both the kids Fred from time to time...I feign ignorance that their names are not Fred...it exasperates them to death...but I'm wicked, it's my job to bother them...don't judge.) She is a THINKER our Sally. She analyzes every move, just like her daddy.She is a Daddy's Girl through and through. Very sweet natured girl, dry sense of humor, produces some GREAT one liners! She is VERY rules oriented, thinks things should be FAIR at all times. Currently in a stage of finding her little brother to be offensive in every way, shape and form. Sally is afraid to try new things. VERY AFRAID. Disney was a courage Quest to say the least. Oh and this girl can find ANYTHING that may be lost. We call her Eagle Eye Sal!
Teddy (5)- aka:TIMEOUT MISTER...(that's not really a nickname, but we're saying that a lot more lately!) Peanut, Handsome, and of course Fred. This little guy is all energy. He is incredibly handsome and darling to the core. He's got a big heart. He is incredibly bright, which gets him into trouble a lot. He's very stubborn and easily distracted. He likes being the "baby", is treated as such for 50% of his life *ahem*, so he struggles a bit when rules remain in place in some places and not others. He delights in terrorizing his sister, but turn around and tell her he loves her out of the blue too.
Last and often Least:
Moi...CampbellScot aka: Miss Cammie. The kids call me this of their own accord. They've always called me this. I never insisted they do so. I was introduced to them as Miss Cammie when they were very little. Teddy was barely 2 and Sally was just 5. Their dad was the grouchy guy I passed in the hallway at work. (didn't know at the time he was grouchy b/c of a divorce he did not agree with...but he just looked plain MEAN...) Anyhow, they met me once and never forgot I was "Miss Cammie". Now it's my name. The kids will not call me anything else. It makes me someone "special". That's how I think of it anyhow!
I'm a little neurotic. I clean and sanitize obsessively...I'm fussy about table manners and social "graces" as my grandma calls them. I was raised in a very strict Southern home in which table manners were next to Godliness. It may have warped me some. I have a hard time abiding rudeness in general and bad table manners push me over the edge. I'm SUPER FUN! I have a Diet Coke addiction...a big one. I have trained my Darling step daughter to seek out Diet Coke refrigerators when we are out in public...I don't even have to ask anymore, she just spots one, trots over and brings a nice cold bottle of Diet Coke back to her Crazy Stepmom. I also have this "thing" about not being able to drink DC if it's been shaken at all. Oh and it has to be in a bottle. Not the big ones...the smaller ones. I don't drink diet coke out of fountains or liter bottles. I'll do a can if I'm really hard up and there is nothing else. I'm crazy. I know this.( SallySue is SO good about not shaking the DC. She also tells waiters at restaurants not to shake my Diet Coke.
LOVE this girl!!!)
I'm emotional, and I SWEAR, I have an inner Donald Duck. Y'all know how Donald will come unglued and have a big old long QUUUAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!!! sort of tantrum...that happens in my head...A LOT. But as a good Southern Girl I swallow my emotions and smile instead of throw things...which is why I may have those pesky ulcers...*cough* moving right along...
OKAY...therapy session/introduction over...HERE WE GO!!!
We made plans to stay at The Wilderness Lodge for 10 days at the end of August. Then the "battle" began...it was definitely for our wallet but not in a fun Zzub Disney sort of way...we had to shorten the trip b/c of a court date that was rescheduled and rescheduled until MAGICALLY the only day she was available was on what was supposed to be the third day of our trip. RAR. So...
We ended up leaving on August 21 and staying through the 26. I had to change/cancel ADR's and I was worried that we would be rushed, but we were going to Disney no matter what. No one was going to stop us!
*cue inspirational music*
We had made rules at the beginning of the summer in regards to Disney. There were two basically:
1.No getting hurt before Disney.
2.No getting sick before Disney.
Those two things were NOT allowed. At all. In any way. PERIOD. (see how that works?) I told both the kids that it did not matter if they were casted or roasting with a fever, I'd hook them up to an IV and wheel them through the parks, but we were going. If they could please avoid getting sick or hurt it would make the trip more fun! So handwashing was a MUST, nose picking and nail biting were NO NOs...(they are anyhow, but special emphasis was placed on these for purposes of Disney!)
Of course it was Jay and me who broke the rules. Jay broke his little toe a week before we left. He kicked our new, very solid, coffee table somehow...(trippedonmydog'sballthatwasleftoutaccidentallyoops)...it didn't get casted or anything, but it was purple and painful and caused a lot of swearing and undisneylike language.
I got some sort of horrible tummy bug right about the same time as the toe break. It wiped me out. I was throwing up from dawn to dusk for two days straight...and really for days after the initial onset.
Sick. As. A. Dog. was I.
When Departure Day arrived I was still sort of woozy, and careful to be near a bathroom...or bushes...(at the mall, urge to hurl, ended up in bushes...but it was very quiet and lady like hurling...I'm classy that way). Sally sweetly reminded me one evening after I'd just been sick, that I was "rule breaking" the Disney rules. I almost had to Wicked Stepmother Eyebrow Arch her, but she brought me a fresh diet Coke and told me that I didn't smell like throw up. Thanks Sal.
Departure Day started with massive rain. And worry...that we would miss our dang flight or it would be canceled or rescheduled. We had all developed "fear" of RESCHEDULING thanks to the custody garbage and attempts to keep us from going to Disneyworld. RAR!
I woke up at 5am...felt rather ill. This tummy bug would NOT let go. So I tended to my need to yak and then woke everyone at 6:30. Handed out bags of cheerios and little cartons of Orange juice. I didn't want the kids to be cold so I layered them to head off the "I'm COLD" whine...Sally Rally kept an eye out for the car. I knew it had arrived when she SHRIEKED...
"MISS CAMMIE!!!!! It's a LIMO!!!!
WHAT?! I looked over at my darling husband who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Suprise babe...love you!"
Of course I start crying. I had been so weepy lately I wanted to strangle myself. But I couldn't help it. Sally looked over at me announced it was a "Happy Cry" right? Geez, I'm worrying the kids already. I sucked it up and we all trooped out into the downpour to get into our swank Ride. It was AWESOME. I'm a little bit redneck. I admit it. My granddad would be offended that I referred to one of his grandkids as a redneck...but I think he gets offended by that cuz he's a little bit redneck too! Sorry Granddad, but you clean your nails with a hunting knife...that's redneck.
anyhow..I digress...
Limo was cool. Strapped the kids into the sideways seat and we were off. The ceiling of the limo had the fiber optic lights that changed color, which entertained the kids for the whole ride. We were nearly there when Teddy's lip popped out...the pouty, about to cry lip. The lip that seriously is so cute, and so genuine that it gets him out of a lot of trouble.
What's up Peanut? Why the lip? Remember, no crying at Disney! (I make rules up on the spot to suit my purposes...wicked after all)
Peanut says from behind his hands...
"Mommy says she's worried that we'll forget what she looks like while we're gone...I don't want to forget what she looks like!"
Okay so you know that inner Donald Duck I've got. He went ballistic. I saw RED. I thought I was going to truly start throwing things. These kids have been through enough without having to feel guilty about going to Disneyworld.
Then Sally adds in "Yeah, mommy said she wishes that SHE could take us to Disneyworld but she had to use all her money to take care of us but that we were worth it. She said that you and Daddy are lucky to have so much money."
Hmmmm...well yes, we are. Of course we didn't take the kids on SIX ski weekends during the winter and buy them head to foot Burton and North Face snow gear, snowboards and lessons every weekend either...geez she could have paid for two trips to Disney for what was paid for those ski weekends.
So Jay made a rule of his own. We were going to Disneyworld. We would be talking about Disneyworld and nothing else. Nothing would exist outside of our Disney bubble for the whole trip. FOOT DOWN. END OF STORY.
Yay daddy. The kids were more than happy to comply. Tears dried, Disney talk resumed. Wicked Stepmother on the other hand sat fuming and trying to calm the inner Donald. Hands shaking, boiling temper under the surface trying to find my Disney smile. Then Teddy reaches over and says...
"Love you Miss Cammie. This is going to be the best trip EVER and I'm going to chew with my mouth closed the WHOLE TIME!!"
Cried. Again. But Donald settled down after that and I joined my family in the Disney Bubble of Happiness and Anticipation. Not unlike the Circle of Trust. We were all there, in a cool-as-all-get-out Limo heading to Disneyworld!!
Up next: Parenting lesson #1-if your child can't "Help" it, then it's PERFECTLY appropriate for him to make strangers bleed...
Chapter 2
Chapter 3: Part 1
Chapter 3: Part II
Chapter 4: OUCH! That hurts!
Chapter 4: Part II
Chapter 4
art III
Chapter 5: Part I
Chapter 5 Part II-ish...just trying to squeeze in!
Chapter 6:Super Sally to the Rescue!!
Chapter 7:The Search for Lady Tremaine
Chapter 8-or is it? Stalking the Stepmother
Chapter 9art I-Whirring and Wishes and Pinkerbelle OH MY!
Chapter 9: Part II-The Coolest Parade EVER!!
Chapter 9art II-Parade Continued
Chapter 10? Grouchy when WET!
Chapter 11:Grouchy when wet Part II
Chapter 12: Urps and Burps!
Chapter 13: Another FOUL smell!!
Chapter 14: The Search for Fashion at Disney!!
Chapter 15: The ILLEGAL smell!!!
Chapter 16: Wonderful WISHES!!!
Chapter 17-ish:Shaking a Tail Feather!!!
Chapter 18: Time to Soar!!!
Chapter 19: In Which MissCammie Darn Near Starts a RIOT!!
Chapter 20: Good to go to Mexcio!!
Chapter 21: The land of Trolls and Blond People!
Chapter 22: China Dolls and Texas Talkin!
Chapter 23:Attack of the Perfume Ninja!
Chapter 24: Feeling a little...Off Kilter!!!
Chapter 25: Lost and Found at Coral Reef!
Chapter 26: Test Track and a Mean Lady!!
Chapter 27: Day THREE!! Animal Kingdom!!
Chapter 28: Bugs and Dinosaurs!!
Chapter 29: Defiance in the Boneyard!
Chapter 30: Otter Looks and Mouse Loves!
Chapter 31: Do Zebras Lay Eggs?!
Chapter 32: The Rapids of Kali River! (Attempt 2! QUACK!)
Chapter 33:Tut tut...It looks like RAIN!!!
Chapter 34-ish: Where we gonna eat?
Chapter 35: The Night the Lights Went Out in Disney!!
Chapter 36: Buyin Stuff and Browsing!
Chapter 37: MGM Day!!
Chapter 38:Sci-Fi and Typhoon Lagoon!!
Chapter 39: The Final Evening Part I!
Chapter 39: The Final Evening Part II
Chapter 40: The End of the Epic--Part I
Chapter 40:The End of the Epic--Part II
anyhow...
Perhaps I'm not completely wicked...but I have my moments. I have this killer "Wicked Stepmother" eyebrow arch thing that does WONDERS in frightening small children and getting them to cease all behaviors that irritate me...b/c I'm wicked. That's what I do.
I suppose I'm not so wicked that I couldn't plan this Disney Trip with my step kiddos in mind. I love them to bits and I wanted their first real trip to Disney to be magical!! Of course when we started planning this trip a year ago...days after returning from my Disney Honeymoon, (I'd been planning my wedding and honeymoon for a year, I needed something new to "PLAN"...I'm nuts that way!), our lives were very different than they are now.It was a pretty good situation with my husband and his kids. They lived about 10 minutes away, we were a daily part of their lives. They lived here 50% of the time...everything was EvenSteven...daddy got to attend Brownies events and pick the little guy up from Pre school...they didn't miss birthday parties or soccer games,there weren't a lot of "separation issues"...the kids were doing great, their lives hadn't been disrupted. They had their school, their grandparents five houses away, their friends...all was well...as can be when your dad moves out. *ahem* THEN out of the blue (well actually this little coup was in the works for 18 months, I KNEW something was up but we were assured that there were no plans to change anything in terms of custody...I didn't believe it...too many comments from the kids like "Mommy showed us our new school down the shore..." WHAT?! Call mommy and "What? That's weird...we were down the shore last weekend, but I don't know why they would say that..." Hmm....FUNNY...silly children hallucinating were they?) anyhow..."out of the blue" the kid's mom announces she is moving down the shore, an hour away, and was taking the kids with her. Period. Nothing would change...except we would see them MUCH less, their lives would be totally upended, we would know nothing of their school, or their friends, or ever be able to attend any events or extra curricular activities without massive planning and taking time off of work and allowing for major traffic to get down there...other than THAT, nothing would change...okay? Good. Don't try and stop me...Thanks...
SO...we were suddenly plunged into a custody battle. It's ongoing. It's horrible. The kids are starting to come unglued...nail biting, bed wetting, behavioral problems, flat out depression...I'm reliving my childhood nightmare through these two kids. It's pretty awful and I'm getting to the point of being ready to say Uncle. The kids aren't going to last through this. Their mom refuses to see any of this. She wants what she wants. Period. She says that a lot. She thinks if she says "Period" at the end of a sentence, the world will agree with her lunacy.
Okay on to the Disney part...*ahem* We needed something to look forward to, to plan for. All year long we invoked the "Disney Magic" when things got sort of gloomy. We talked about Disney to change the subject, to distract us, to calm anxiety...it was our emotional life raft. It still is. We love Disney. Its Magic is real to us and we were ready and rarin to go when "Departure Day" arrived.
Oh wow, forgot the introductions!
My husband: Jay...aka Daddy. (the kids call him that, not me...minds out the gutter people!) A diagnosed Obsessive Compulsive. He cleans for fun. He is very organized, very Type A, very in control of things. He is a wonderful husband and father. Devastatingly handsome...witty and intelligent...
I'm not sure how I lucked out, but I'm telling y'all, I WON the husband lottery. He's amazing. He is the GLUE.Sally (8)- aka: SallyRally, MissBossyPants,Worry the Wart Hog, Fred (I call both the kids Fred from time to time...I feign ignorance that their names are not Fred...it exasperates them to death...but I'm wicked, it's my job to bother them...don't judge.) She is a THINKER our Sally. She analyzes every move, just like her daddy.She is a Daddy's Girl through and through. Very sweet natured girl, dry sense of humor, produces some GREAT one liners! She is VERY rules oriented, thinks things should be FAIR at all times. Currently in a stage of finding her little brother to be offensive in every way, shape and form. Sally is afraid to try new things. VERY AFRAID. Disney was a courage Quest to say the least. Oh and this girl can find ANYTHING that may be lost. We call her Eagle Eye Sal!
Teddy (5)- aka:TIMEOUT MISTER...(that's not really a nickname, but we're saying that a lot more lately!) Peanut, Handsome, and of course Fred. This little guy is all energy. He is incredibly handsome and darling to the core. He's got a big heart. He is incredibly bright, which gets him into trouble a lot. He's very stubborn and easily distracted. He likes being the "baby", is treated as such for 50% of his life *ahem*, so he struggles a bit when rules remain in place in some places and not others. He delights in terrorizing his sister, but turn around and tell her he loves her out of the blue too.
Last and often Least:
Moi...CampbellScot aka: Miss Cammie. The kids call me this of their own accord. They've always called me this. I never insisted they do so. I was introduced to them as Miss Cammie when they were very little. Teddy was barely 2 and Sally was just 5. Their dad was the grouchy guy I passed in the hallway at work. (didn't know at the time he was grouchy b/c of a divorce he did not agree with...but he just looked plain MEAN...) Anyhow, they met me once and never forgot I was "Miss Cammie". Now it's my name. The kids will not call me anything else. It makes me someone "special". That's how I think of it anyhow!
I'm a little neurotic. I clean and sanitize obsessively...I'm fussy about table manners and social "graces" as my grandma calls them. I was raised in a very strict Southern home in which table manners were next to Godliness. It may have warped me some. I have a hard time abiding rudeness in general and bad table manners push me over the edge. I'm SUPER FUN! I have a Diet Coke addiction...a big one. I have trained my Darling step daughter to seek out Diet Coke refrigerators when we are out in public...I don't even have to ask anymore, she just spots one, trots over and brings a nice cold bottle of Diet Coke back to her Crazy Stepmom. I also have this "thing" about not being able to drink DC if it's been shaken at all. Oh and it has to be in a bottle. Not the big ones...the smaller ones. I don't drink diet coke out of fountains or liter bottles. I'll do a can if I'm really hard up and there is nothing else. I'm crazy. I know this.( SallySue is SO good about not shaking the DC. She also tells waiters at restaurants not to shake my Diet Coke.
LOVE this girl!!!)I'm emotional, and I SWEAR, I have an inner Donald Duck. Y'all know how Donald will come unglued and have a big old long QUUUAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!!! sort of tantrum...that happens in my head...A LOT. But as a good Southern Girl I swallow my emotions and smile instead of throw things...which is why I may have those pesky ulcers...*cough* moving right along...
OKAY...therapy session/introduction over...HERE WE GO!!!
We made plans to stay at The Wilderness Lodge for 10 days at the end of August. Then the "battle" began...it was definitely for our wallet but not in a fun Zzub Disney sort of way...we had to shorten the trip b/c of a court date that was rescheduled and rescheduled until MAGICALLY the only day she was available was on what was supposed to be the third day of our trip. RAR. So...
We ended up leaving on August 21 and staying through the 26. I had to change/cancel ADR's and I was worried that we would be rushed, but we were going to Disney no matter what. No one was going to stop us!
*cue inspirational music*
We had made rules at the beginning of the summer in regards to Disney. There were two basically:
1.No getting hurt before Disney.
2.No getting sick before Disney.
Those two things were NOT allowed. At all. In any way. PERIOD. (see how that works?) I told both the kids that it did not matter if they were casted or roasting with a fever, I'd hook them up to an IV and wheel them through the parks, but we were going. If they could please avoid getting sick or hurt it would make the trip more fun! So handwashing was a MUST, nose picking and nail biting were NO NOs...(they are anyhow, but special emphasis was placed on these for purposes of Disney!)
Of course it was Jay and me who broke the rules. Jay broke his little toe a week before we left. He kicked our new, very solid, coffee table somehow...(trippedonmydog'sballthatwasleftoutaccidentallyoops)...it didn't get casted or anything, but it was purple and painful and caused a lot of swearing and undisneylike language.
I got some sort of horrible tummy bug right about the same time as the toe break. It wiped me out. I was throwing up from dawn to dusk for two days straight...and really for days after the initial onset.
Sick. As. A. Dog. was I.
When Departure Day arrived I was still sort of woozy, and careful to be near a bathroom...or bushes...(at the mall, urge to hurl, ended up in bushes...but it was very quiet and lady like hurling...I'm classy that way). Sally sweetly reminded me one evening after I'd just been sick, that I was "rule breaking" the Disney rules. I almost had to Wicked Stepmother Eyebrow Arch her, but she brought me a fresh diet Coke and told me that I didn't smell like throw up. Thanks Sal.
Departure Day started with massive rain. And worry...that we would miss our dang flight or it would be canceled or rescheduled. We had all developed "fear" of RESCHEDULING thanks to the custody garbage and attempts to keep us from going to Disneyworld. RAR!
I woke up at 5am...felt rather ill. This tummy bug would NOT let go. So I tended to my need to yak and then woke everyone at 6:30. Handed out bags of cheerios and little cartons of Orange juice. I didn't want the kids to be cold so I layered them to head off the "I'm COLD" whine...Sally Rally kept an eye out for the car. I knew it had arrived when she SHRIEKED...
"MISS CAMMIE!!!!! It's a LIMO!!!!
WHAT?! I looked over at my darling husband who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Suprise babe...love you!"
Of course I start crying. I had been so weepy lately I wanted to strangle myself. But I couldn't help it. Sally looked over at me announced it was a "Happy Cry" right? Geez, I'm worrying the kids already. I sucked it up and we all trooped out into the downpour to get into our swank Ride. It was AWESOME. I'm a little bit redneck. I admit it. My granddad would be offended that I referred to one of his grandkids as a redneck...but I think he gets offended by that cuz he's a little bit redneck too! Sorry Granddad, but you clean your nails with a hunting knife...that's redneck.
anyhow..I digress...
Limo was cool. Strapped the kids into the sideways seat and we were off. The ceiling of the limo had the fiber optic lights that changed color, which entertained the kids for the whole ride. We were nearly there when Teddy's lip popped out...the pouty, about to cry lip. The lip that seriously is so cute, and so genuine that it gets him out of a lot of trouble.
What's up Peanut? Why the lip? Remember, no crying at Disney! (I make rules up on the spot to suit my purposes...wicked after all)
Peanut says from behind his hands...
"Mommy says she's worried that we'll forget what she looks like while we're gone...I don't want to forget what she looks like!"
Okay so you know that inner Donald Duck I've got. He went ballistic. I saw RED. I thought I was going to truly start throwing things. These kids have been through enough without having to feel guilty about going to Disneyworld.
Then Sally adds in "Yeah, mommy said she wishes that SHE could take us to Disneyworld but she had to use all her money to take care of us but that we were worth it. She said that you and Daddy are lucky to have so much money."
Hmmmm...well yes, we are. Of course we didn't take the kids on SIX ski weekends during the winter and buy them head to foot Burton and North Face snow gear, snowboards and lessons every weekend either...geez she could have paid for two trips to Disney for what was paid for those ski weekends.
So Jay made a rule of his own. We were going to Disneyworld. We would be talking about Disneyworld and nothing else. Nothing would exist outside of our Disney bubble for the whole trip. FOOT DOWN. END OF STORY.
Yay daddy. The kids were more than happy to comply. Tears dried, Disney talk resumed. Wicked Stepmother on the other hand sat fuming and trying to calm the inner Donald. Hands shaking, boiling temper under the surface trying to find my Disney smile. Then Teddy reaches over and says...
"Love you Miss Cammie. This is going to be the best trip EVER and I'm going to chew with my mouth closed the WHOLE TIME!!"
Cried. Again. But Donald settled down after that and I joined my family in the Disney Bubble of Happiness and Anticipation. Not unlike the Circle of Trust. We were all there, in a cool-as-all-get-out Limo heading to Disneyworld!!
Up next: Parenting lesson #1-if your child can't "Help" it, then it's PERFECTLY appropriate for him to make strangers bleed...
Chapter 2
Chapter 3: Part 1
Chapter 3: Part II
Chapter 4: OUCH! That hurts!
Chapter 4: Part II
Chapter 4
art IIIChapter 5: Part I
Chapter 5 Part II-ish...just trying to squeeze in!
Chapter 6:Super Sally to the Rescue!!
Chapter 7:The Search for Lady Tremaine
Chapter 8-or is it? Stalking the Stepmother
Chapter 9
art I-Whirring and Wishes and Pinkerbelle OH MY!Chapter 9: Part II-The Coolest Parade EVER!!
Chapter 9
art II-Parade ContinuedChapter 10? Grouchy when WET!
Chapter 11:Grouchy when wet Part II
Chapter 12: Urps and Burps!
Chapter 13: Another FOUL smell!!
Chapter 14: The Search for Fashion at Disney!!
Chapter 15: The ILLEGAL smell!!!
Chapter 16: Wonderful WISHES!!!
Chapter 17-ish:Shaking a Tail Feather!!!
Chapter 18: Time to Soar!!!
Chapter 19: In Which MissCammie Darn Near Starts a RIOT!!
Chapter 20: Good to go to Mexcio!!
Chapter 21: The land of Trolls and Blond People!
Chapter 22: China Dolls and Texas Talkin!
Chapter 23:Attack of the Perfume Ninja!
Chapter 24: Feeling a little...Off Kilter!!!
Chapter 25: Lost and Found at Coral Reef!
Chapter 26: Test Track and a Mean Lady!!
Chapter 27: Day THREE!! Animal Kingdom!!
Chapter 28: Bugs and Dinosaurs!!
Chapter 29: Defiance in the Boneyard!
Chapter 30: Otter Looks and Mouse Loves!
Chapter 31: Do Zebras Lay Eggs?!
Chapter 32: The Rapids of Kali River! (Attempt 2! QUACK!)
Chapter 33:Tut tut...It looks like RAIN!!!
Chapter 34-ish: Where we gonna eat?
Chapter 35: The Night the Lights Went Out in Disney!!
Chapter 36: Buyin Stuff and Browsing!
Chapter 37: MGM Day!!
Chapter 38:Sci-Fi and Typhoon Lagoon!!
Chapter 39: The Final Evening Part I!
Chapter 39: The Final Evening Part II
Chapter 40: The End of the Epic--Part I
Chapter 40:The End of the Epic--Part II
(I don't know if she would really have done that as it was such a short flight, but boy did that kid quiet down quickly! I think she may have slapped him around with an eyebrow arch at the end of the threat!)
