The Weekly Peanut, Issue 40
Here's a revelation for ya: There's no such thing as a "quiet" week when you're living with a toddler. Especially THIS ONE.
We kicked off the weekend with every intention of keeping it low-key. Saturday morning was a lovely breakfast at B3 Cafe, where Daphne daintily enjoyed her pumpkin bread.
It was a rainy day so we followed up with a trip to Best Buy. Daphne sure does love that store. Between snapping a cute Vine, I spent most of my time chasing her from stop to stop, scrambling to return items to their shelves as she tore off to find something new to demolish. I told her it's a good thing she's cute and tiny, because when she grows up and gets acne, nobody is going to put up with that or think it's adorable anymore.
That afternoon our good friend Drew came over to snap some family portraits for our Christmas cards. Those are on lockdown, but here are a couple of cute outtakes from my own camera.
Feeling lazy, we cut over to Oblivion (duhhhh) for a tasty saturday dinner. I'd like to throw out there for the locals: the stroganoff? DROOLING just thinking about it. Daphne wasn't a complete jerk (honestly, we'd had a bad run there for a few weeks running) and didn't need any time outs, so I'll take it.
After consulting our new Disney Bible, we decided to try out Magic Kingdom again with D. We were BOUND AND DETERMINED to try the sneaky "park free at a resort" trick, but we got turned around and ended up at the darn parking lot after all. WHOOPS. I console myself by saying we payed $15 for 3 people to have an awesome day at the parks (hush you people pointing out my monthly annual pass payments, we've already used it 5 times in a month!). We ended up getting a late start, stopping to grab everybody smoothies for breakfast. That's right, Daphne got her own big girl smoothie from Planet Smoothie. She was so proud of herself, slurping through her straw. At some point between PS and the park, she managed to extract her straw and get smoothie all over herself (we speculate she was getting mad at all the brain freezes), but she still managed to knock back more than half of it. We didn't arrive at the park until almost 11, and Ian was wiped so we swore we'd only be there a couple hours. Considering we were quick approaching D's naptime block anyway, I certainly didn't expect to have a big grace period with her. (side note: thanks for the outfit Lynna!)
This kid continues to surprise. We stayed until almost 5 and had, in my opinion, the best day we've ever had with D at a park. No nap, just non-stop FUN. EASYWDW was right, it was a perfect day for Magic Kingdom. Although the park certainly LOOKED crowded, we never waited in line more than 15 minutes (with one exception I'll mention in a second), and we used Fast Pass for the longer waits.
Although we brought both the backpack harness and the Joovy, D seemed content to tell us when she wanted to be in the stroller and (mostly) hold our hand when she wasn't. After the week of Daddy, I was pleasantly surprised to have Daphne in full-on Mommy mode while we were at Disney. It meant my back was really darn sore the next day, but oh well, I had lots of snuggles and hugs all day so it's a small price to pay. Since our previous visit entailed mostly the new fantasyland, we decided to kick off our day in adventureland. Although my father has repeatedly trashed the jungle cruise, since I have no memory of it, we grabbed FastPass for it and decided to kill time doing Aladdin's magic carpet ride. The line was not long, and we were doing just fine distracting D with one of the employees blowing bubbles into the line (oh Disney, you clever bastards). Then, LITERALLY when we were the next people to get loaded into the line, the ride shut down for a technical difficulty which "would only take a minute to fix." Of course, genius mommy had left the paci on the stroller. The worst was when Daphne noticed a woman right outside fo the line eating ice cream; D did her best little orphan Oliver puppy-dog eyes, but the stranger did not share her ice cream and Daphne got rather impatient. Eventually we got loaded onto the ride and Daphne LOVED. IT. So much so that when we tried to exit the ride she PITCHED. A. FIT. Other kids whine while getting on the ride, because they are scared. My kid whines, because she doesn't want to get off. *Muldoon Jurassic Park Voice* "Clever Girl..."
Pirates of the Caribbean had no line, so we walked on there. I could have sworn Ian and I went on it back when I was pregnant, but I do NOT remember the whole dark part at the beginning and the mini log-flume-ish plunge. There was a little old lady sitting in front of us on the boat hiding her face in her husband's shoulder all through the beginning. My little toddler on my lap? Not even a whimper. Loved the whole thing, especially the doggy (of course). By the time PotC was done, our FastPass was ready for the Jungle Cruise. I felt bad for our tour guide, he tried. Sort of. I tried to laugh extra hard at all his puns since we were up front next to him in the boat. I don't think JC is awful, but if I'd waited in line for 90+ minutes like my dad claims he did, I can see why it might be disappointing. Absolutely, it's cheesy, but Daphne especially liked the Elephant section.
We grabbed lunch at the Pecos Bill cafe (I think?) and had a waaaay better experience than when Ian and I ate at the Starlight (?) diner in Tomorrowland. I'm not going to say it was gourmet, but I will pay it the highest compliment I've ever given Disney food aside from Epcot: It was totally edible. I had a taco salad, and there was a really cool toppings bar with sauteed onions and mushrooms, nacho cheese, and anything else you could want on a Taco Salad, burger, sandwich, or whatever you could order there. Also thank you, geniuses of Disney, for making corn on the cob available. Ian and I were able to enjoy our meal in undisturbed peace while Daphne quietly demolished her corn on the cob in the stroller. And on the changing table in the bathroom after lunch.
We wandered over to old Fantasyland next to see the lay of the land (ie- scope out wait times). We grabbed FastPass tickets for Winnie the Pooh (which none of us have ever been on) and walked into PhilHarMagic. I was skeptical since this would involve Daphne holding still for several minutes and watching a movie with 3-D glasses that she refuses to wear, but the kid surprised me! She seemed really into the music and show, and Ian and I really dug it, too. When we were walking out I looked at him and said, "Not going to lie, I got a little choked up in there." "Yeah, me too." PhilharMagic revisits Disney's biggest songs, mostly from the 90s era cartoons that Ian and I grew up loving. I think what got to me was thinking about Daphne getting to experience all these things the way we did... I don't know. It was a sappy moment. Dagnabbit, Disney! Pulling at my heart strings!
Ian... ugh... INSISTED (seriously, kicking and screaming) that we then subject our daughter to it's a small world. Dear god, it just never ends. Every time you think the racist dolls are over, there is ANOTHER ROOM FULL OF RACIAL STEREOTYPE DOLLS dancing, humming, and singing the the song that NEVER ENDS. Ian cackles with evil glee through the whole thing while I worry about long term psychological damage to our child.
We still had a while until the Pooh pass was good to go so we wandered down to Tomorrowland to kill more time. This is where we discovered the best kept MK secret for people with small kids: the People Mover. No line, comfy little carts. That thing MOTORS all over TomorrowLand, D giggled and grinned through every turn. Ian and I got to get off our feet and mostly relax (mostly, because every now and then D would decide she wanted to try and take a flying leap across/out of the car. CONSTANT. VIGILANCE.). It was finally Pooh time after that, and I can see why it generally has the longest line of any of those old-school Fantasy Land rides: it's the best. I LOVED it, bouncing like Tigger, and the rain room at the end, and the crazy acid trip that was the Heffalump & Woozle section.
Suddenly it was after four o'lock. How'd that happen?? We stopped at the little ice cream parlor on main street on the way out and I am going to have to pay Disney another compliment: options. There was a non fat option and MULTIPLE sugar-free or NSA options. Ian and Daphne (messily) shared a chocolate cone (all ice creams also came with little chocolate "mickey ears" in them, I die) while I tried the SO GOOD NSA Raspberry Sorbet. It was definitely the perfect end for a really great day.
Monday was our LAST DOCTOR VISIT WITH THE INFECTIOUS DISEASE DOCTOR! Can you tell I'm excited about this? NO MORE ANTIBIOTICS. After more than 9 weeks of therapy (that we were warned was likely to be 3-6 months!) we are DONE. We were warned the infection still had a possibility of coming back, and if it did it was back on the drugs, but HAH! So proud of my little peanut. Dr. Jordan makes the 3rd (4th? 5th?) medical professional to also remark upon how socially well-adjusted Daphne is with strangers and adults. "Most kids scream as soon as I come near them, but she's so patient and attentive, letting me even poke and prod that node," says Dr. Jordan. That's right, my kid might be hell on wheels, but she knows how to turn on the charm every now and then. I did take another picture of her in the waiting room, she's definitely growing like crazy!
I ALMOST FORGOT. MOMENTOUS OCCASION!
While we were at Disney, I had left Daphne with Ian for a minute so I could use the bathroom. As I was walking away... "Mah.... Mah..... Mahmeeeeeeee!"
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE A "MOMMY"
Since that incredible development, we've had several more. She seems pretty determined to call me Mommy and not Mama. She still doesn't say it as frequently or reliably as Dada, but I WILL TAKE IT.