The Weekly Peanut, Issue 114
This week marked a return to teenager-errrrr-toddler drama mood swings. And potty training regression. Um... yay?
It was my birthday this past weekend. Ian had to work Saturday and I had to work Sunday. Welcome to Adult. Oh well, we're going to "celebrate" this coming weekend, instead.
Speaking of Ian working Saturday, I decided I'd take D to Hollywood Studios to FINALLY meet Baymax and Hiro. D's been REALLY into Big Hero 6 recently. The lines for them are really long, so I figured we'd get in line about 20 minutes before the first meeting at 10:30 and we would have a reasonable wait. We got to the park at open and went straight back to Toy Story Midway Mania. D put the glasses on and was READY to go, holding the shooter. She fired off a few plates at the practice round and then...
The house lights came up. The ride is broken down. To the point where we had to wait for a cast member to manually unload us and walk us out of the ride. Boo. I'd had everything timed out, we'd get out of the ride and make a leisurely stroll over to Baymax's general area. Now we have this extra time. There's a Disney Jr show at 9:40, it's only 20 minutes, should still get us out 30 minutes before Baymax, let's do it.
D continues to REFUSE to participate in the show or sing along, but she still hangs off every word like it's the gospel. After the show we made our way to the Baymax and Hiro meet, (10:05) only to find that the entire queue was full and wrapping around the outside. We got in line anyway, but then I heard the attendant speaking to a group a few people behind us warning them it was around a 2 hour wait from their spot. Dude. No. Ugh. I asked the people who were first in line what time they'd gotten in line, and now I have a NEW plan of attack to make this happen, but I will need Ian with me to divide and conquer. Next time, Baymax...
D was not crushingly disappointed. Especially when I let her kill time at her favorite drawing game while we waited for our friend, Michelle, to join us (Michelle works at the Frozen Singalong, but decided to come hang out with us before her shift, Yay!). We may not have gotten to meet Baymax, but D still got to visit her boyfriend, Jake.
D had been waiting for the kids in front of her to clear out, Jake suddenly thought he was Dug from UP!, and spotted a squirrel hanging out in the rafters. D did not care, she tackled Jake from behind. Finally, she got Jake's full attention and the kisses started. The first kiss packed quite a wallop.
After helping Jake back up (giggling like a loon), D just kept on kissing and hugging. Jake kept up the glorious theatrics. Eventually he wrapped an arm around her and indicated she could stay there with him. Not the first time Jake has offered to keep my kid.
Honestly, though, it's so stinkin' cute. We noticed they were loading in for the Voyage of the Little Mermaid show, which we'd never seen. We sat down. Michelle warned me, "This is REALLY short, like 15 minutes short." Whut? Shorter than Disney Jr? Yup.
There was a fun blacklight puppet performance of "Under the Sea," then a beautiful live action version of "Part of Your World." A giant Ursula came out and did an abbreviated "Poor Unfortunate Souls," but then there was a VERY abbreviated animated montage of pretty much the whole Little Mermaid movie, followed by briefly Ariel turning human and being in love with Eric forever with an adorable Max-human-puppet. The end. Brief, indeed. We grabbed a quick lunch, I asked D what she wanted to do next. She said no to everything. Then she says "Muppet show?" which she had poopoo'd moments before. Yup, that kind of day.
D was pretty funny for MuppetVision. I held the glasses on her head, and any time an object "came out" of the screen, she would lunge back into me. D was continuing to be contrary, so I decided to call it an early day.
It's barely after noon. D's showing no signs of being tired. I'm on I-4.. Hmm. "D... want to go to the Disney Store?" YEAAHHHHH!
Good lord, the Florida Mall is a ZOO but that Disney store is so cute. D would have taken laps in and around the "castle" all day if I'd let her. I told her she could pick out ONE thing. Normally her schtick (as evidenced by whenever we go to the Disney Store JC Penney) is to go "Ohhhh looka dat!" and go dashing to an item, pick it up, put it back, and repeat all over the store. This time (once I insisted D evacuate the "castle"), D beelined for a little Cinderella plush. Although she picked up and put down many other items, she never put down Cinderella. Alright, then.
Sure enough, when we got home D asked to watch Cinderella, and she practiced waltzing along with the royal couple.
We were able to enjoy a family brunch together Sunday morning before I had to work. Cask & Larder, obviously. D is a total control freak when it comes to music in the car. Wonder where she gets that from...
We left early so we could stop for coffee at B3 Cafe. D LOVES these little snack bars they keep at the counter. She goes for them every time, even though they are right next to brownies and cupcakes.
D got a waffle for brunch. But stole most of the barbecue fries that came with mine.
The whole potty training thing almost feels like we're starting over. Only this time she's pretty good about telling us she has to go #2, but she's struggling with #1. Ugh. At least D eats her broccoli before dinner without fighting me anymore (jinx jinx jinx).