The Weekly Peanut, Issue 78
Sure, we have to tackle random explosions of drama, frequently linked to ensuring the straps on her car seat are of a safe level of snugness...
But for the most part this kid continues to be pretty awesome to be around. Her newest schtick is to declare that things are "KYOOOOOOT" while clasping her hands up near her face. Her favorite cute thing? HIT Babies. D has baby fever. Especially little boys.
D met our friends', the Moroney's, little boy, Colin, over the weekend. Between bouts of following him around the room declaring his "kyoot"ness, she was stroking his face, hugging him, and giving kisses. There was a 4 month old at the get-together as well, which I immediately offered to hold to give the mom a food break (and steal snuggles). In the past when D would find me holding another kid, she'd grab my leg and whine until I relinquished the other kid. This time? "Bayyybeee! Kyooot bayyyybee!" She reached up for the baby with grasping hands. So I crouched down, and she gently pet and stroked the baby, raining kisses on his little head, then she ran back over to Colin and I went back into the newborn bounce dance.
D's love affair with (HIT) little boys continued through out the week. During breakfast Saturday she had the little boy sitting behind her completely eating out of the palm of her hand, performing feats of peekaboo to hear her squealing laugh. In line to meet Jasmine at Epcot, the little boy behind her wouldn't let go of her hand without lots of hugs first. Oy vey.
Speaking of that breakfast, D continues to (HIT) share with us the joy and wonder of her singing voice. She's pretty good at ad-libbing in some new lyrics to old classics.
D also is embracing her identity as a Diva (something her parents pinned down *cough* years ago). She insisted on wearing her Anna tiara out to Cask & Larder for dinner Saturday night.
Sunday we broke the summer Disney blackout streak with a return to Epcot (Hubby's choice). I also brought my big camera; I'm on a mission to acquire more photo assets for the Villains Countdown (coming soon to MinkFlamingos!).
When we woke up Sunday morning, I did something I've learned to usually not do: offer D the option of choosing what she wanted to wear. I figured whatever she picked I'd have back up clothes anyway. Imagine my surprise when she trotted over to her closet and pointed most emphatically, "BELLE!" D... you want to wear your Belle dress? "Yes, Belle!" Are you sure? "Belle!" Oy. Nobody is going to believe that I didn't coach you to wear a princess dress to Disney. The dress stayed on through lunch, when I changed her because she was getting sweaty. D never asked to take it off before, and hadn't asked to take it off then. Wow.
We lucked out. The park was mostly empty the first half of the day; we didn't need the FastPasses we'd booked. It was even slightly overcast early on. D's longer memory worked to our advantage. We took her to the seas to "see Nemo," and she did the cutest thing. While walking through the line to the ride she kept calling out, "NEMOOOO! NEMO WHERARYOOOO?"
We did have a significantly aggravating MISS, any progress we'd made previously on teaching D patience about waiting in line has gone out the window. See that photo ^, see which side of the line she's on? The opposite side that she's supposed to be on? Common theme for the day.
We try new things! The Biergarten was fun, and had a really impressive spread as far as options for a lunch buffet. I couldn't get over how many healthy options there were, too! (I mean, it's german buffet, I wasn't expecting so many vegetable and vegetarian friendly dishes). D's lunch HIT was pork schnitzel, which I told her was chicken so she wouldn't reject it arbitrarily.
The big HIT of the day was character meetings. D had a BALL, even when it got hot enough that Ian and I compared the sensation to standing in front of a blow dryer. We met Donald Duck in Mexico first. D definitely remembered her character meeting protocol, doling out hugs and kisses while generating tons of "Awwwws" from the waiting parents and staff. D was BEYOND excited about Mulan. Mulan took note of D's dress right away, "Oh, are you going to visit Belle, too?" D nodded. "Could you do me a favor? She borrowed my book, The Art of War, and has been refusing to give it back. Could you remind her it was only a loan?" You got it Mulan, I'm totally borrow-shaming Belle next time I see her.
After lunch I debated whether we would try meeting Princess Jasmine for the first time. Aladdin has been in the vault for a while, so we don't own it and D hasn't seen it yet. However, the same could be said of Aurora and D still had fun with her, so I figured we'd give it a try.
Once D got a look at that sparkly outfit, she knew what was up. I hope I was the only one that noticed that D couldn't take her eyes off the jewel right in the middle of Jasmine's chest, because that was AWKWARD. .
I'd read several places that Epcot was the superior place to meet Winnie the Pooh and Tigger (over Magic Kingdom, where the lines are longer). I can see why Epcot has almost no line for this meeting, it's super hidden in the back of England. Immediately in front of us was a family with a baby dressed as Tigger, D was all over him. The character meeting was set up to look like Christopher Robin's bedroom, So Cool! Plus you get so much more out of characters in giant fur suits when they're in an air-conditioned environment. For instance you get to watch a tiny baby dressed as Tigger crawling around the floor with a big Tigger right behind him. The staff member on duty leaned over to the kid's parents and said as they were leaving, "Thank you, seriously, you just made our day" while gesturing to the characters. D was momentarily shy with Winnie & Tigger, as she sometimes is with the full fur characters, but once Tigger and Winnie opened their arms she was all about it. Poor Tigger was pretty bummed she went to Winnie first, but she made up for it.
We were all pretty wiped at that point so we started making our way out, spontaneously getting blasted by solar flares (oy). As we passed between Canada and England I looked over at the fenced area where they occasionally have random characters doing meetings, and I almost screamed. VILLAINS! VILLAINS AT EPCOT! YASSSSSS!
The lines were short so we hopped into the one for Captain Hook first. I thought maybe D would want to meet him since she's such a Jake and the Neverland Pirates fan, and since Hook is so NOT scary. "Noooo! Noooo Hook!" I asked Ian if he'd take the picture with Hook, but he insisted that it would be funnier if D was in the picture having a cow. Touché. Hook, to his credit, took my screaming daughter in stride. While we were waiting, I looked over at Cruella De Vil to see she was disappearing around the corner. NOOOOOOOOO. I snatched a couple pictures of her retreating gloriousness.
We dragged our kid away screaming, but she got over it the instant she saw the third character out for meetings: Mickey. Oh man. Mickey is D's Boo. She was SO excited. I thought they were going to run away together. I could hear other people standing around Oooohing and Awwwwing over their little exchange in about 5 different languages. I was pretty swept away, too. Thanks, Disney. Can't wait to go back to MK next weekend!
One final Hit: Manners. At least during the character meetings. D said "Thank you" and gave a big Hug to every character (except Captain Hook).