The Weekly Peanut, Issue 81
There are times when I sit back and watch my kid in action, and on occasion I am struck by a terrifying thought:
Dear lord, I am raising a sociopath.
Then I remind myself that she is a toddler, and that all toddlers believe themselves to be Gods of their own tiny universes. I'm going to hold off on the diagnosis for a few more years yet.
Getting D dressed in the mornings has been MISS a battle most days; she wants to wear Tinkbewh (translation: Tinkerbell) today, nothing else will do. Last Thursday was school picture day, so I knew we had to fancy it up a little. I carefully selected a tunic dress that, while not slathered with Disney characters, did have a very fancy fabric flower embellishment. D loved it. Hallellooyerr.
I vaguely remember a time, before I was a parent, when 3 Day/Holiday weekends were something to look forward to with eagerness. Now? They are a marathon at the end of which I crawl desperately back to day care and remind myself that this is why I am not a stay-at-home-mom.
Saturday morning we shared a remarkably peaceful and happy breakfast at the Briar Patch. D charmed everybody she saw and gorged herself on tasty pancakes. Then we turned D loose in a Winter Park playground that I'm fond of because of the abundance of SHADE.
We had a Birthday Party to go to at 2, so D went down for her "normal" naptime at noon. Nope. No nap. This was the MISS theme of the holiday weekend: NO. NAP.
So we headed napless to Jack's 2nd Birthday pool party. We were nervous, but when we walked in and saw the food spread (beans, macaroni, mini pizzas) I knew we'd be able to keep D happy. Maybe. D had a lot of fun "swimming" (translation: jumping onto Mommy from the pool edge) and stuffing her face with red icing'd cupcakes. The afternoon could have been a disaster, but instead D managed to bowl the hubby and I over with her manners and politeness. She said please and thank you, she shared toys, she was gentle with the younger kids. Who IS THIS KID???
Hollywood Studios has been holding a special Frozen Summer Fun event for months, and we knew it would be a must-do for the peanut. We kept holding off, hoping for the crowds to ease off (I'd read horror stories on EasyWDW.com). Finally, we decided to take the plunge on Sunday. We got to the park just after open, so we had a couple of hours to kill before the welcome parade. D was shouting excitedly at every Frozen banner we passed, "OOOLAF! OOOLAF!! ANNAELSAA! ELSAANNAHH!"
Ian and I had scoped out the Frozen "stuff" previously so we could have a game plan in mind. Wandering Oaken's Trading Post and Frozen Funland were pretty much just a store and a soundstage with an ice skating rink, some shipped in snow with a huge line, we figured we could swing through there and let D get a peek but that it wouldn't hold her attention for long.... Right??...
D ran around the store, grabbing everything, but when I told her to put things back she listened and behaved. Great. Then we wandered into the Frozen Funland. D seemed nervous about the crowds, wanted to be picked up. We walked her around, showed her the snow, then we stopped by the ice skating. She was totally fascinated. There was an older girl dressed as Anna and D kept pointing and shouting at her excitedly. We had a FastPass for the movie ride opening, so we headed to the exit. D instantly started whining and grasping for the ice skating rink. What the....? "Peanut, we're gonna go on a ride! Don't you want to go on a ride?" NOOOOOOOOOOO. D proceeded to MISS pitch the most gigantic fit/meltdown that we had to give her a time out in a quiet area outside. Huge. Meltdown. Awful. I noticed she'd been grabbing at her mouth a lot, so I offered her some teething tablets. That was what finally got her calmed down. Good lord. Not cute.
What does and doesn't scare D continues to surprise me. During the Great Movie Ride, she hid against Ian's arm during the gangster movie gunfight. The Alien segment? The part that gave me nightmares as a kid? Not even a flinch. Huh.
We'd time it out to get into position for the parade as the ride got out, but we were "ambushed" by a surprise character meeting with two of D's favorites, and she would not be deterred (plus there was almost no line).
The viewing areas surrounding the parade were pretty packed. We managed to find a relatively OK spot... with ZERO SHADE of course. Ian and I took turns propping D up on our shoulders so she could watch the parade. Mostly I was overwhelmed with sympathy for the performers that had to wear heavy winterwear for the parade, yeesh. Overall the parade was pretty much a non-event, made even less enjoyable by roasting in the sun. Meh.
We had some time before our Disney Jr. FastPasses, so we headed over to the Animation Courtyard thinking we might score some fun character meetings to kill time. D was SO excited to see JAKEPIRATE, and he had very little line, so hooray. Jake was the day's biggest HIT.
The line for Sofia was WAY longer than the line for Jake. D's usually pretty ambivalent about Sofia, so I thought when she saw the line she'd lose interest. She surprised me again, getting patiently into line and waiting her turn to meet Sofia. I also got to witness, with the girl in front of us, that awkward "Why don't you talk, Sofia?" moment. Oh well, D loved her.
We snuck in the back way to the Art of Animation character meeting center (Ian and I discovered this last week, when we just missed meeting Ralph, Vanellope, and The Incredibles, we weren't missing out again!). LINES! GAH! We didn't have a lot of time before the Disney Jr show so we got into Wreck-it-Ralph and Vanellope's line. The waiting area is super cute. D only made it through a few minutes of the movie, so I didn't expect her to be interested at all. This time I was right. She was terrified of Ralph. Ralph and Vanellope totally won the day, though. Ralph went and stood in the corner, looking sad, while Vanellope came over to interact with D, letting D see the candy in her hair. Total pro! D still wasn't totally sold, but she stayed quiet enough to let the hubby and I get our photo and even gave Vanellope and Ralph high-fives at the end.
Ian and I had a feeling the Disney Jr show would be an even bigger hit with D this time than last, especially since she's been watching more of the shows than just Clubhouse. We weren't wrong. What we weren't prepared for was the total hypnosis the show would cause, or that D would be so completely enamored with the Jake and the Neverland Pirates portion that she would keep saying "Wherejake?" after the show moved on to other segments. HIT D may not have wanted to get up and dance like the other toddlers, but she was 100% into that show from start to finish.
The last must-do Frozen activity was the singalong show. We got into the line about 20 minutes before show start. HIT D really impressed me with her ability to wait in lines with relative patience. She noshed on some chips, watched Bubble Guppies on my phone, and gave some other not-so-well-behaved kids the stank eye.
The Frozen sing-along was definitely the best of the Frozen related special events. There were two Arendelle "historians" who guided us through the "history of Arendelle" (read: the plot of the movie) while injecting sing-along clips from the movie. The hosts were cute and funny, but the highlight of the show was the little girl sitting behind us who literally SCREAMED along with every song. Ian and I weren't the only adults in the vicinity who had to repeatedly wipe tears of unrestrained mirth from our faces. D didn't sing much, but she loved the show despite it being well into the normally scheduled nap time.
We went home after that. D refused to nap. Again. Oh well. She did, however, engage in a very enthusiastic Frozen singalong with mommy & daddy at bedtime. We're going to try and get it on video, I promise.
Monday may be a holiday for most of the world and D's daycare, but not for my hubby. Mommy & Daphne day commence! I've always been a fan of the indoor playground at Altamonte Mall, so I figured I'd use that as an incentive to lure Daphne into a "shopping" trip (something D's never shown any previous interest in). We started at JCPenney since they have a big Disney trip. D was STOKED. She ran from display to display, alternately exclaiming over the items or saying "WhatThis?" After a few minutes she looked at me and said, "Mommy, I go poo." "You went poopoo? You need a new diaper?" "Yeahhh." Ok then. I propped her up on the changing table and opened up an empty diaper. "D, you liar, there is no poo in here." "Mommy, poopotty." "You want to go poopoo on the potty?" "Yeahhh." Ok, let's give this a try then. I helped her up onto the big potty and... I'll be... forgive the TMI photo, but I was too proud to pass up the opportunity.
D went poo in the JCPenney potty. Ring the bells, huge victory. I was so excited I offered to get her a "push gift" (lol) at the Disney area. We walked around the store and she finally settled on a Belle toddler doll. Then we hit up the playground, which D loved. The pied piper struck again, this time two older girls followed her around like she was made out of candy.
There you have it. The end of another exhausting holiday weekend. D threw a huge fit when I had to drop her off at school Tuesday morning. I did a dance of gratitude all the way to my car.