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The Weekly Peanut, Issue 115

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 115

D has a new favorite song. Seriously. She asks to watch it over and over and over...

She knows the words. Shut up and dance with my kid, Mickey Mouse. Speaking of dancing, we spent most of Monday night watching music videos and dancing together. D alternated between squealing and saying, "Get Down, Mommy!" or "Get Down, Peanut!" (Yes, she said that to herself while she was dancing).

D had a solid potty training week, so we decided we'd experiment with leaving the house on the weekends sans diaper. I've been terrified of dealing with wet pants in public, but I grabbed extra undies and hoped for the best as we headed to brunch at The Coop with Grandpa Bobo. This meal was totally typical: we ordered our meals, then I got a cinnamon roll for the table to share thinking that D would mostly partake. We get to the table: no, she will not even TRY the cinnamon roll. Fine. More for the rest of us. Eventually she relented, and then she decided she wanted to eat EVERYTHING.

The cinnamon roll, the omelets, the toast, the biscuit...

D's favorite movie has changed. It's definitely Big Hero 6. She asks to watch it EVERY day. She's also asking to go meet Baymax and Hiro. Soon, kiddo, if it's the last thing I do *angry fist shake at the sky*.

Sunday we belatedly celebrated my birthday (since we both had to work last weekend). We started the same way we celebrated my birthday last year: Breakfast at Ohana in the Polynesian Resort. I'd like to take a moment to say that most of the construction walls are down now and that place is absolute perfection. I need to hurry up and win the powerball so I can purchase my waterfront bungalow and move into my home.

D picked at her food and enthusiastically embraced all the characters. She shared her Mickey waffle with Lilo. They did the big Ohana parade, and D wanted to participate, but mostly she just seemed confused...

We were getting ready to board the monorail to Magic Kingdom when D started asking for food. Oh hell no. "Kid, you were just SURROUNDED by food which you barely ate, so no, no snacks!" I was stunned when she dropped the issue. We planned to just have an easygoing day, no big plans, see where the day took us. We rode Haunted Mansion first (D loves "Gooble's House" and knows most of the words to Grim Grinning Ghosts now), then made a pit stop to visit one of our favorite princesses.

D took a real shine to Tiana's jewelry. Tiana said the she should find herself a very nice and handsome prince to buy her jewelry. In about 30 years. Ian agreed enthusiastically.

D managed to swipe one of Tiana's earrings...

Then she started pointing at the flower pots. "Those are Mickey's flowers!" Tiana looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "D knows she's not supposed to pick the flowers at Disney without Mickey's permission." "Oh, well, I'm sure he won't mind if you and I go grab just one... of course, if Mickey does get mad I'll tell him it was all your idea, Daphne..."

D chose a pink flower, of course. She cradled it gently for a last hug. I was so relieved she didn't try to engage in any high-risk "dance" behavior this time (that dent is still in her forehead, and she's got new bruises on the other side from a spill at school). D would have stayed there all day, but other kids wanted to meet the princess, and we had a date with some teacups. 

If you listen carefully you can probably hear me threatening my husband with a slow and painful death if he doesn't slow down with the spinning.  D declared a desire to ride Dumbo next. The park was impressively empty, so the lines across the park were mostly non-existent. 

Dumbo Ride Ecstasy

Dumbo Ride Ecstasy

After Dumbo Ian managed to talk D into riding the Barnstormer again. We hadn't ridden it since the first time, when D declared she did NOT enjoy it (it was a bit shaky, so I can understand her being a little scared). This time Ian sat with her and I warned him to sort of keep a stabilizing grip on her for the ride. She was a little spooked when we first went over the top, but giggled her way through the rest of the ride which she declared "such fun" by the end. Brave kiddo. 

Bound and determined to actually spend some time in Tomorrowland this trip, we headed toward the People Mover. When I saw that the Astro Orbiter had a line that was under 20 minutes (I have NEVER seen that), we decided to take the plunge (ascent?) and try it out for the first time.

It was FAST and it was HIGH. D LOVED it.

awkward-face selfie

awkward-face selfie

Ahhhhh people mover. We missed you. Rode Buzz Lightyear (D was not content to merely control the spin in the middle and kept grabbing at our laser guns). Rode Pirates (D's getting better about the dark plunge at the beginning, but she still clutches Ian's neck pretty tightly). It was starting to drizzle, but we FINALLY managed to meet up with some instagram friends we'd been trying to connect with for months at the Tiki room.

Madison and her mommy are super fun. Madison is just a few months older than Daphne, and is full of just as much sass and sweetness. Another trip on the people mover? Heck, yeah.

We kept just BARELY dodging downpours between rides. Carousel!

Philharmagic!

3-D!!

3-D!!

D was a trip, lunging with the 3-D, grasping at the pie and jewels. At that point we said goodbye to our new friends (they were on a mission to see Peter Pan, I wanted a chance to see Festival of Fantasy). The hubby was a trooper, letting D hang out on his shoulders for the whole parade (and letting her lean over enthusiastically to high-five passing characters). We finally called it a day. D got her first ever (I'd never seen them!) monorail stickers.

I got to drive these sleepy cuties home.

It is really not easy to take a picture when you aren't looking at where the camera is pointing...

It is really not easy to take a picture when you aren't looking at where the camera is pointing...

Now I get to make the biggest revelation of this issue: D went diaper-free the whole weekend (except for sleep time). Yup, even at the park. I packed a pile of diapers just in case, but we stayed on top of reminding her about her potty breaks, and we had an incredibly successful go of it. So proud of my kiddo for (hopefully, fingers crossed, jinx jinx jinx) getting a handle on this. 

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