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The Weekly Peanut, Issue 108

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 108

It's been a challenging week for the Peanut family. So challenging that when I started to write this issue, the struggles evolved into a post all their own: introspective, confessional, brutally honest, but not in keeping with what TWP is. That post will appear (most likely Friday) on MinkFlamingos. 

early morning toddler creeping

early morning toddler creeping

I'm probably the only person that is happy about the time change. My "up with the sun" kid comes and rouses us an hour later than she did previously, which is a boon. Also for the next 6 months the clock in my car is correct, so double score. I used to secretly cherish these morning snuggles, but they've turned into my kid starting with hugs but all too soon becoming a whining, insistent, kicking, hair pulling beast who wants "milk an' cheerios." Honestly she's as bad as the dogs with the whiny chirping that doesn't stop until you feed them. Stupid toddler beds, couldn't I just keep the kid in the crib forever? Mornings used to be so peaceful...

We'd wanted to take D to Fantasmic one more time while they were still doing the early (7pm) shows. Ian found out he was also going to be speaking at a press event mid-day for the Flower and Garden Festival at Epcot. We all woke up together Saturday, had breakfast at Bagel King. Came back and Ian started getting ready to go work. His phone is gone. Our house instantly devolves into chaos and we search for it in vain. Ian is hastily trying to print out directions and contacts for the Festivals. He's about to walk out the door when he throws his hands up and confesses he can't find his way to the special entrance without his GPS. I hand him my phone and mentally cancel all our plans for the rest of the day, promising to keep looking for his phone. Ian leaves with my phone, I feel so naked without it (my god, the dependency we have on those little machines). I grab the kid and head back to Bagel King, hopefully it's there. Sure enough, somebody just turned in a purple cell phone (yup, hubby has a purple phone). So now I have Ian's phone and he has mine. I let him know so he can relax. He asks if I still want to do Hollywood Studios later. At first I don't, but I figured (since I had to work Sunday) that this would be our only chance to do anything fun together as a family, so I tucked D in for her midday nap (which she mercifully took) and packed up the car.

D was strange for the car ride. She said she wanted to go to Disney, but she didn't seem her usually perky, excited self about it. Not even when I cranked the Disney tunes on the way down (you know your toddler is PMSing when she doesn't sing along to Let It Go). We had a little time to kill before Ian could park, so I took D to see her boyfriend. However strange her mood, Jake always puts a big smile on her face. 

We met up with Ian just in time to get in line for the Disney Junior show. D made friends in line.

D still loves the show but continues to refuse to participate (other than collecting gold dubloons with enough avarice to give Scrooge McDuck a run for his money). 

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Also this picture happened. My kid. We're not related. 

From there we had to haul over to see the Frozen Singalong. I continue to like that show better than the movie. D made a wonderful new friend while we were waiting for the show to start: Michelle. Despite D's strange mood, she took to Michelle right away. Hugs, cuddles. Then it got weird, and she started trying to kiss and lick Michelle's fingers. My kid, y'all: total weirdo. Michelle seemed reasonably charmed by the whole experience, though, bless her.

D was positively stir crazy during the show, which is not like her. It's only 5:30 and she's having this much trouble holding still? No way we're going to survive Fantasmic. So we called it a night and headed home. 

While I worked Sunday, Ian took D to visit our friends at B3 cafe. Despite having met them all before (albeit several months ago), D put on a huge show of being standoffish and shy for the first several minutes, even with their darling kid who was desperately trying to get D to play with her. Eventually D warmed, but it's just another instance of strange and iffy behavior from my kid this week. 

By the time I got home from work I got to enjoy an amusing round of family princess dress-up. This means D scooped up every tiara in her room and planted them on our heads.

I mean, EVERYBODY.

Pretty Pretty Princess Fiona

Pretty Pretty Princess Fiona

And then Monday happened, but like I said, that was a post all its own. 

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