The Weekly Peanut, Issue 88
It's been a busy week in Peanut Land.
Grandpa Marc and Grandma Debbie came down to visit for a nice long weekend. Daphne will take any opportunity to show off princess wear, and graciously accepted gifts of new clothes and (her favorite) SHOES.
Saturday was all about family. We kicked off the day at Good Neighbors Farmer's Market. Daphne posed with pumpkins, pet the animals, and rode a pony. You know, typical Peanut activity.
After an afternoon nap we headed to Maitland for dinner at Antonio's and some rushed attempts at family portraits. D showed off her own brand of crazy at bed time.
I was totally not planning to have a Disney weekend, but when we threw it out as an option? The grandparents were totally on board. They drank the kool-aid. Hard.
We rode the rides, we met the princesses, and through it all my kid was a rock star. Pretty much meltdown free all the way to 4 p.m.
The weather was gorgeous and we started off the day with Enchanted Tales. D was greeted by every staff member with a "Welcome home!" Although she shied away from participating with a role in the show, for the first time EVER she got up and marched in the little parade at the end (all thanks to, surprisingly enough, the photographer who grabbed her hand and marched with her). Traditionally, the kids with roles get to meet Belle first at the end. D? Somehow managed to worm/charm her way right to the front of the line for her moment.
We didn't have FastPass, but the posted wait for Cinderella and Rapunzel was only 20 minutes so for the first time EVER we got in the standby line for Princess Fairytale Hall. I love the lobby portraits and Cinderella's slipper. The closer to 35 minute wait? Not so much. Thank heaven for Yo Gabba Gabba episodes loaded on my phone.
Daphne, always a character meeting pro, was so on her game even I was a little bowled over by her charms. Rapunzel was so taken she left a big lipstick kiss right on Daphne's forehead (you can see it in the Cinderella photos). All the photographers and handlers were cooing, one of the handlers (whom I handed my camera to get a group shot with Rapunzel) was reluctant to relinquish the camera back to me as he snapped away at her enthusiastic Cinderella greeting.
After some rides, lunch, and outfit changes we made our way to Main Street for a Disney Fairy conclave. Napless, she was a bit loopy in line, but very enthusiastic about showing off her light-up wings.
The lady in line in front of us, also an annual passholder, told me that they visited Tink last week and that Periwinkle was there with her!! Ok, good, we want to see the other Pixie Hollow residents! Hopefully that's a sign that they're bringing the rest of the fairies out. Tink took SO much time with the peanut, testing out lots of different poses "We need to take a photo turned around so we can show off our matching wings! Oh look, your wings are sparkling! My sister must be nearby!"
Tinkerbell was extra glitter-covered that day. When she saw how un-sparkly D was she exclaimed "Oh no! You've run out of pixie dust! How on earth are you going to get home without any dust?" Then she started enthusiastically rubbing off glitter from her arms onto Daphne, who patiently and seriously watched the application. Too. Cute.
The Festival of Fantasy parade perfectly times out with our Tinker Bell exit. D's favorite part still appears to be Tick Tock Croc. The parade has the added benefit of clearing out the lines in Town Square, so we rushed in for a Mickey meeting. Talking Mickey... he's so good. SO. GOOD. Mickey took a lot of time to try and come up with new poses, to dance, to wave his arms like a Tiki Bird and sing songs. Mickey is the Ambassador of Awesome.
Sunday night we said our Goodbyes to the Grandparents and braced ourselves for a new week at school/work. D, surprisingly enough, didn't appear to have her typical case of the Mondays. How tough is my peanut? Picking her up from school yesterday, she went charging out in front of me to go on the slide one last time before we left. Typical toddler, she tripped over nothing on the sidewalk and went down hard. She looked back at me, whimpering. "Aww kid, you went down hard, are you ok?" "Yeeeeah... ouchie... I'm ok..." More whimpering. "Let's stand you up, kid." D had done a real number on her knee, bleeding and everything. "Mommy, ice? Ice for knee?" Uhh... well ok. I took her back inide and we got a bag of ice, which she promptly applied. Zero. Tears. Wow. Color me impressed.
It was a good week. Dramatic? Maybe. But this kid definitely impressed me. She said her "Please" and "Thank you"s. Keep it up, kid.