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Raising a kid and going to WDW. A lot.

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 80

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 80

This issue might seem a bit short.  There's a good reason.  This past week?

My husband and I took a vacation from our kid.

Sort of.  It sounds awful, now that I look at it all written out like that.  We didn't really go anywhere, and we still saw her every day, we just made arrangements so we could go out and enjoy each other's company without the immediate labors of parenthood. Saturday night my mother watched Daphne so that the hubby and I could enjoy Villains Unleashed at Hollywood Studios (DUHHH RESEARCH... RIGHT?).  We took a couple of vacation days early in the week so we could drop the kid off at school and go enjoy riding roller coasters and such at.... well, yeah, Disney (I never said we were inventive).  We went to see a movie. IN A THEATER.  Without having to take "Calm the f*** down, kid" breaks.  We strolled into the parks sans stroller and without having to go through a bag check. We ate in nice restaurants without the murmur of Frozen on the Ipad.  We sipped casually on alcoholic beverages without fending off grasping toddler hands. It was liberating, it was relaxing, it was so EASY.

Escaped Parents Indulge in Rides with Height Restrictions

Escaped Parents Indulge in Rides with Height Restrictions

But... we still missed her.  Seriously, becoming a parent makes you so f'd in the head.  While riding Living with the Land at Epcot, Ian and I inevitably found ourselves quoting Daphne, "Doggy! Woof woof! Monkey! Oooh OOhhh Ahhh!"  Sick, I tell you.  Sick in the head. I also have come to the conclusion that, while I love Magic Kingdom, it's just not as much fun without my kid.  Epcot is actually great without a kid. MK? Not so much. I am way more excited about returning with D to MK on Labor Day.  Despite all her crazy, there's nobody I'd rather be around. 

Dramatic D is not amused

Dramatic D is not amused

We had a few MISS very dramatic breakdowns this past week.  I think I've convinced myself she was pushing out another molar, she even ran a very low fever a couple nights.  We're also MISS having to correct a behavior that is entirely of our own doing: Daphne has started telling us to "Shut up."  At first I was outraged, surely she picked it up at day care from some foul-mouthed 4 year old.  No.  Our dogs bark.  At nothing.  And we tell them to shut up. And other not nice things.  Whoops.  Now it's time to teach my kid that it's a very not-nice thing to say to somebody, and stop ourselves from berating the dogs.  

Speaking of manners, my kid is Bossy, Pushy, and a bit Rude.  But she's so darn cute when she's doing it, it's hard to get upset about it.

We tried out something new Saturday morning.  There's a Farmer's Market in Oviedo that takes place on an actual Farm.  There's a bluegrass band with an actual fiddle player. They have an elaborate petting zoo set up with farm animals.  HIT D was infatuated.  Other than the sweltering temperatures, the place was great.  Pigs and chickens and bunnies OH MY.  Highly recommended if you live in the area. 

My mom, as previously mentioned, came to stay with D Saturday afternoon/evening. HIT D LOVES Grandma Kadi.  No warm up period with my mom, nosirree.  The second my mom opens the door, "GRAMMA KIDDY GRAMMA KIDDYYYYY!"  My mother is also totally impervious to my kid's energy and mood swings, so I never worry about my kid making her nuts when they are left to their own devices.  

In fact since my mom's visit, D's seemed to be making a concerted effort to be a bit more calm, cute, and endearing.  It doesn't hurt that I plugged in Finding Nemo for her.

Driving Miss Daphne

Driving Miss Daphne

Or maybe that's my guilt over going to Disney without her talking.  

 

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 81

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 81

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